mindfirerunner

I usually like running in the snow, especially when it’s just starting to fall. It’s not only pretty, but there’s something peaceful about fresh snow falling. Most people decide not to run because of “inclement” weather. I tend to do just the opposite. I like knowing that I’ll do what most people won’t. It’s the rare occasion for me to prove to myself that I’m tougher than the elements, and a majority of the time I’m glad I decided to run no matter what the weather.

This morning was easy compared to last Saturday’s run. It wasn’t snowing on Saturday, but running 8 miles in wind that sometimes kicked my feet sideways left me tired and I’ll admit…a bit cranky. You know when you’re running and trying to be mentally tough, but then there comes this strong gust of wind that stops you in your tracks? Needless to say, I yelled a few times at Mother Nature, but kept plugging through. I remember saying out loud as if it mattered, “Seriously?”. Like the wind was going to stop blowing on my behalf.

We’re ignorant like that. We think things should come easy and when they don’t we give up, or better yet don’t even bother trying. We look outside the window and say, “Wow. Looks cold out there.” It’s those times that we look out the window and say, “Wow. Looks cold out there. Can’t wait to kick some Mother Nature butt.”  that allows us to step outside of the norm and do something that makes us stronger.

I’ll continue to run through the snow every chance I get. I might even buy a pair of ski goggles in case the wind decides to blow.