It snowed last Friday.
I’m not sure why it always takes me by surprise, but winter’s on its way.
I’d planned to go for a medium-ish long run that morning but after peeking out the window, I reconsidered that decision.
Coffee seemed appealing.
Howling winds and blowing snow did not.
I surprised myself by going, particularly since my comfort zone is approximately 71-73 degrees Fahrenheit (Spouse corrected me when I told him this, saying it’s not a zone when it’s really more of a singular point, specifically 72 degrees F).
Not every moment of this run was pleasant, but I ticked past one, two and then three miles. Four and five came next, and by mile six I had turned a corner into a tailwind that took me the last half mile home.
As part of my running group, Fellow Flowers, I had planned to use this run to complete a virtual challenge called the Joy Run.