Why the crazy ass, maniacal smile? It's been a good day. And the monthly visitor is even in town. As we speak my kids have left on a bike ride without me even having to beg and plead that they stop beating each other up and find something to do. Some kids may do this naturally, i.e., entertain themselves, but mine have always preferred to be within 2" of my physical body, usually touching me in some way.
We always love to bitch about the weather where we are and how it sucks to run in the ___________ (insert your choice of word here: cold, snow, wind, sleet, hurricane, tornado, tsunami). But, be glad you can run. At all. I bring this up a lot because it has been on my mind a lot. I couldn't run for almost three months and it about killed me. During this time, I would have given my left nut to take a crappy run. That's about how much I wanted to run. It took me an injury to just be grateful to be out there at all despite weather conditions and unwanted bodily functions every run's a run to be celebrated.
This morning, for instance, I had the longest run I have had in three months. Five miles. The headwind was atrocious and the route was uphill. But I sincerely loved every second of it. The simple sensation of running. The sound of my feet on the dirt road. The sunshine on my back. The subtle taste of another marathon in my future. It felt like hope.
Today is Winter Solstice and also the first day of winter. I love this day. It means we are emerging out of the darkness. Our days will become longer, our nights shorter. This feels like hope too. Check out my latest Examiner article about this very fact and how it applies to us runners.
Another reason I'm smiling? Ken and I get to drop the kids with my parents for the night. We'll be heading to Boulder for some merriment and good food at Brasserie Ten Ten (I'm going for the muscles and frites). Almost 15 years of marriage and I still love a good date with my charming, funny and adorable husband.
One last note. If you haven't seen The Hangover and you want