As my wife and I continue to figure out this dance of dueling workouts, I try to fit in my runs when I can. Tonight, it was after work again, but by that time the snow was starting to fall.
It’s beautiful to run in the falling snow. Until the flakes start hitting me in the eyes!
I felt like I’d been transported to a magical winter wonderland. Cold wind whipping snowflakes into my face. Houses shut up tight against the cold, and only the streetlights for company.
Running at night is kind of magical anyway, but tonight’s run will be memorable.
Here are my stats:
It was hard to get started, but I finished strong!
Until next time…