I am trying to figure out this winter running thing. Two extremely nauseous runs=one disgruntled me. I am attempting to figure out what to wear when. Twelve degrees. That was the temp. of my run this morning. Yeah, it's double digits. Barely. As I pause in the middle of an attempted speed workout, I pick some berries off a tree to take home and soak in the sunshine. I took them home and put them in a vase, probably in desperation to bring some life indoors. It is pink on the horizon as the sun comes up to remind us again that it has not forgotten us. It feels some days lately that the sun had abandoned us. Oh, glorious ball of warmness, please light up the day and warm us up to the predicted 34 degrees. So, as I figure out this whole winter running mess, bundle up or enjoy living in warm climates. Just keep running, because the sun will eventually figure out it belongs on this side of the world.
