Last night I took Harry (our two year old Yorkie) out for a walk. The frigid and gusting wind nearly knocked him off his feet! This morning Harry went outside, hastily “did what he needed to do” and headed back inside… In kinder weather he’d have dragged me all over the neighborhood sniffing everything in his path.
With extra time on my hands this morning and a burgeoning recommitment to running I headed out the door and into the 19 degree chill.
The skies were clear but the rising sun did little to warm the icy air whipping off New York’s East River. Eventually I warmed enough to take my hands out of my jacket pockets affording me the opportunity to run more naturally.
Five miles at an 8:30/mile pace. It wasn’t fast but it sure felt good.
"Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart."