Seeing as how I flaked and left my camera on the coffee table prior to venturing out for a run in snow shoes, post record breaking blizzard (Epic. Fail.), I decided I would bring it with me on today’s “Make Up Long Run.” That damn Blizzard, and the monsoon freezing rain that followed it the next day thwarted my long run. And promptly stressed me out. I have never “missed” a long run. Thankfully I had ample time on my hands today. No cure today. Work is closed. The City is STILL paralyzed from the amount of snow. (Score 1 Long Run!) Although not quite as peaceful–dodging pay loaders, plows, snow banks and Anxious Audi Driving Soccer Moms isn’t exactly Zen–it sure was pretty.
As the miles ticked away, I started to relax, look around and realize just how beautiful the day was. Lucky. So lucky. I’m starting to get to the point of marathon training where bundling up, lacing up my Newton’s, and dragging my ass out the door in below freezing rain, snow, sleet and wind is feeling like a chore- a chore Cinderella would balk at. (Thank God I’m not Cinderella. Although I wouldn’t mind a pair of clear heels. Just saying.) I hate when running becomes a chore. It should never be a chore. It should be a release, a welcome respite from the otherwise daily craziness. Mother Nature has not been a runner’s friend here the past 2 weeks. She made up for it today- even though I swore I ran through a 7-11 Slushie. Today’s Make-Up Long Run made me realize just why I love running around my town.