At first it wasn't snowing at all. Then, a little bit. Then, a lot. And suddenly the roads were covered. Ran out the bar door, brushed off the car and slowly headed home.
As I walked in the door I said to Bill that I wanted to go for a run. We did some chores, sat around and then Bill asked me when I wanted to leave for a run. It was 9:45. We were out the door five minutes later for a 3-mile happy run through the snow. Cold, quiet and beautiful. Scrabble followed by running therapy is awesome for eliminating work brain.
|Bill is in adventure race training mode.|
|Snow + night + run = happy.|
|Can you see me?|