Have you ever run in the snow? I am afraid of anything on the road that might make me fall. I'm not very coordinated, and after breaking my foot once due to clumsiness, I have a fear of losing my footing. (Disclaimer: I did not break my foot running, so don't try to tell me that running is dangerous. Trying be cool and learn to skateboard is dangerous. It's especially dangerous when you think you are better at skateboarding than you truly are).
Today I hemmed and hawed over going out for a run outside and thinking about what time I would fit that in. I'm not used to running in the middle of the day, and we had a lot of other activities planned. I muttered out loud about my predicament and my sister-in-law simply stated "Why don't you just go running now?" So I did. And although the roads weren't completely clear, it worked. I just worried the whole time, about the snow/ice and also about the ungodly amount of cinnamon streusel bouncing around in my stomach.
But it all turned out okay.
It was beautiful, the snow on the pastures, the bright sun in the sky, my breath making a cloud in even increments. I could get used to running in the snow... if only there wasn't the danger factor.
And just at that moment, Coldplay came on my playlist.
"Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
It's a depressing song. So nevermind.
*Ran 3 miles
*Read books with the nieces
*Went out to lunch
*Got a new pair of Converse on the cheap
*Took nieces swimming
*Went out to dinner
And at this very moment my brother is trying to pull out my niece's tooth with a paper towel. Cringing has commenced.