I left my house this morning to the most beautiful sunrise. the temperature was unseasonably warm, and I thought to myself what a perfect moment this would be to be running. sadly, I hopped in my car and drove to work.
this afternoon the scene had changed drastically. the storm blew in. it was snowing. yes, that's right. it finally happened. my first run in the snow for the season. but despite the cold and the wet, it was still a perfect moment for a run.
you see, I love winter running. I get to put on my tights, pull on some layers on top, wear the beannie + mini gloves. while I was running up 17th I saw my reflection in a shop window. she looked so hardcore looking back at me, as if she was saying: you were born for this. man, oh man, what a feeling. the snowflakes fluttering into your eyes. the snot rockets. the cold air in the lungs. not to mention the world is transformed into something so quiet and beautiful when it's snowing.
it was a good run.
3 miles; 8th east (17th - 6th)
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