So here I am, it has finally warmed up to 19 degrees. Its cold but at least we are in double digits. I look out the window and on top of the snow, on top of the ice layer, another layer of snow is coming down and has put a nice inch of powder across everything.

What did I do? I did what runner's do. I laced up and hit it. It was the greatest run I have had in a long time. I felt perfectly free, only my footprints on the ground. The snow was soft underfoot and so my legs felt strong. Somehow my lungs held out and I cranked out a great feeling 2 miles. I dread my rest days now. I will be traveling all week so my Tuesday and Thursday runs will be treadmill work at the hotel most likely.
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