A shocking realization.

One of my goals this summer was to put in a lot of miles and run some fun races, but so far that has not happened. I went for a run tonight and it was awful. All I wanted to do was be back home not long after I started. It was humid and uncomfortable, but I pushed through to the end.

Somewhere around mile one I made a shocking realization, I actually enjoy running in the snow and cold better than the summer. Trust me, this concept is against all of my normal thought processes. Historically winter is my least favorite time of the year. The cold and snow are not something that I look forward to, but today I was wishing for a snowy day run.

I should set some kind of reminder to look at this post come January when I am over the cold and everything that comes with it. Who knows, maybe it will be a gentle winter that I can put in the miles I had hoped to over the summer and be ready for some amazing spring races.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

Petrichor.

I have always loved the rain, a steady shower on a warm day makes everything feel fresh and new. It settles the dust and everything smells so good. Many days in past weeks I have wished for the comfort of a spring shower. Instead I was given snow, lots of snow.

img_7380Ironically, it has given me a feeling much like rain does. The snow came so fast that it covered everything in a blanket of white. I woke up Tuesday morning to a winter wonderland. Usually it would throw me into a saddened state to be in the cold and snow, but for once I feel renewed.

Something about a world of white makes me feel like everything is starting fresh. I have felt alone in my new beginning as I watch everyone around me continues on in their lives. As I look out my window I can see a whole world that is starting over again, and it gives me comfort.

I still can’t wait for the first rain, but for now I will accept the snow.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.