This is my second winter running and the temperature is dipping below my comfort zone. The toasty warmth of the house is becoming more tempting than trekking along a frozen, chilly sidewalk. I vow to continue though because I am a runner. And we’re weird. Oh I know I tried to convince you all in an earlier post that we’re truly quite sane, but nobody bought it. Not even me.
I don’t mind being classed with the other crazy runners because nothing can beat the buzz during and at the end of the run when you know you’ve accomplished something great. I recently read two quotes which I keep top of mind when the couch, blanket, book and chocolate are calling to me. Don’t pretend you can’t hear them too.… Continue Reading