last night I didn’t make it out to run until nearly midnight. as my feet hit the pavement, a steady dusting of snow fell around me. five miles later, half an inch of snow dust lay at my toes.
I used to avoid running on snowy or rainy or too cold days. I huddled under blankets, umbrellas, winter coats and promised that tomorrow would be a better day. now, the weather would have to be pretty bad to keep me inside.
these are the days when your brain will truly rest. you don’t have enough space to focus on anything other than the road. your breath, deep and full and mixed with snowflakes, will push against the inside of your chest and remind you that you are so fortunate for these minutes alone. to think, to breathe, to run, to find a kind of peace.
[these are the reasons I run.]