It was cold, below zero. Snow. Ice. Wind. Lame time for running.
It was late, 7, dark.
I am having a trying week, editting tiny notes is more mind numbing than it appears.
My weekend was not restful, skiing, drinking, friends, laughing, snoring roommates, movies. Awesome though.
It was hard to go running. The first five minutes were cold. I felt dumb. I slipped on some ice. Then I just started running.
The moon was out. It was full and bright, the snow was white. I ran fast, and it was the perfect decision. The clouds drifted, the trees flashed by, and I was happy.
Remember that, the doubts never last, and no one ever regrets that run they pushed themselves for.