Today was a mix of snow and freezing rain. A sheet of ice as far as my eyelets could see from my window seat perch. High winds whipped at the house and it wasn’t until late in the afternoon that the plow finally made a trip down our quiet country road.
All the while our new clothes sat quietly in their drawer. It’s like torture. I don’t even particularly like running. Especially while it’s happening! Maybe some after its all over. So, here I am, excited to head out and am thwarted by the weather. Yeah, yeah, a real runner runs in any weather. Hello?! Have I ever claimed to be a real runner?