I heard my kids at 5:45 this morning, they were convinced it was another snow day. I told them no way, it's not even sprinkling outside, much less snowing. Then, I checked my phone...yes, indeed school was delayed for 2 hours and it was about 27 degrees outside, but apparently felt like the teens. So, why on earth was I dying to get my run in? I HATE the cold. I didn't even own a real coat until I went to Chicago in law school in March, thinking it would be balmy there, and had to buy one when I quickly got a taste of "winter." I would never survive in the Dakotas, Siberia, Antarctica...you get the idea. On top of this serious disdain for the cold, I had an entire 2 extra hours to sit around, drink coffee, watch the news, take a nap, you name it, until I had to "officially" start my day, at least according to the school authorities that be. A month ago, this would have been a no-brainer...a fool-proof excuse not to run...people aren't even out driving. No one would expect me to stick to my "resolutions" today. Instead of dreading gearing up for a cold run, I couldn't wait to get outside. Am I ready to move up North? Uh, no. But, as I ran this morning it hit me -- it wasn't that I suddenly embraced the cold. I had turned a corner. For the first time in a very long time, I looked forward to my run and it did not disappoint.
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