A GOOD WAY TO START AN EVEN BETTER WAY TO END

one more for 2018

This morning Absolute and I made our way down the Lake Annie Road to Trail 17. With a winter weather advisory in effect, I didn't expect any favors from the weather. It wasn't the worst I'd ever run in - not by a mile - and it wasn't so cold as it was windy with blowing snow -  the kind that sticks and cements itself to everything it touches. It was one of those "fun" storms - the kind you can play in.

Plows and groomers hadn't taken to the roads and trails so there were deep inches of condensed snow. Plenty of snowmobiles peppered Trail 17, laying down a soft, churned, criss-crossed path. When they came upon us they slowed as they passed seeing us hug the edge of the trail to make plenty of way for them. Many waved, one stopped to pet Absolute and to give us a thumbs-up. 

The snow felt like it was without foundation; each footfall sank deep into the heavy stuff. I worked hard to keep moving forward, stopping a few times to listen to the nothingness that was out there. This type of snow insulates and the world of sound becomes pleasantly sterile.

 Running one more for 2018 will fill my good memory bank for a few reasons:  

I persevered and that felt good. Not stopping when my brain is trying to screech my body to a halt is a good thing.

The algorithm of the weather was outstanding. More than simple and ordinary, it was a state of billions of rapid-fire intentional mini-events all rolled up into one beautiful weather episode (it truly was a storm but it didn't feel like it to me). And I got to play in it. 

Who could ask for anything more? A good way to end and an even better way to start.