I cannot tell you how hard it was to go out for our long run this weekend. This was our first long run since the Walt Disney World Marathon, and it could not have been more opposite, weather-wise. Then, it was sunny with temps in the low 80s. This time? Temps in the low 20s. Cloudy. Windy. Light snow blowing. However, after my last post, we couldn’t skip this one. I am glad we didn’t. It turned out to be one of the more beautiful runs I had been on, in a cold sort of way.
We tried to pick a road that would not have too much traffic due to the fact that snow covered parts of the roads. It is one thing to have to get into the grass to make room for a car. It is quite another to jump into a slushy snow pile. We decided on a road outside of town where the river had just receded. It turned out to be a good choice. There were only a few cars along our way. Surely more more than one of them wondered about our sanity.
The landscape was gorgeous. The sound of the sandhill cranes filled the air. The horses came out of their barn to see those crazy people running down the half snow-covered road. The snow added so much to the beauty of the run. I felt so lucky to be able to be there in that moment with the opportunity to enjoy that view. Yes, it was a harsh winter’s day. But it was one filled with beauty, and a bit of slush in our shoes. Each of these pictures was taken along our route. I am glad we walked out that door.