was past my bedtime. i was, you know, not at my best.
the following morning i was blessed with a two hour delay. an extra two magnificent hours to get some stuff done. i took part of that time to go for a run. finding time for myself is near impossible, so when i’m given an opportunity to run i take it bad weather or not.
the snow was fresh. a blank canvas just waiting for my footprints. i love winter running days like this. fresh snow on trees. covered sidewalks means probably not slippery. snow bank jumping. being the first person to make their footprints in a path. a hard, but 