I look forward to Sundays. I relish them. It’s the only day in recent memory that has become sacred because I spend the morning with my boyfriend. We run together. Just like we did when we were dating. Nothing spoils this time together. Or at least, nothing had spoiled this time together. Until today.
Today we started our run, only to find the road underneath our shoes covered in ice. And snow. And lots and lots of tracks frozen into that ice. And snow. Uneven footing. Slippery survaces. Deep, crunchy snow.
YUCK! It was the worst run in months! My ankles screamed at me: STOP!
My boyfriend kept talking. A nice distraction.
But really? Ice. Snow. TRACKS!
About 3/4 the way through, the road became clear and we both cheered. Out loud. Like kids. Those first 4 miles were brutal. The last 2 were bliss.
So maybe it wasn’t a totally ruined run. Besides, I did get all the fun of hanging with my fave person. But when I tell you I don’t ever want to run in conditions like that again ever never, I’m not being melodramatic. That was horrifying!
That’s why I’m eating one more brownie. Kudos to us. Kudos to you!
May your next run be a good one.