So when there's a significant turning point, one must take the time to acknowledge the mark.
Today was such a day. I wore shorts on my run, first time for 2009.
I do love winter, really, I do. But there times when it starts to feel like a prison. The environment itself seems to bear down on you. It's as if you're wearing a suit of lead, one that has been stored in the freezer, at that.
So the first shorts day gives one the feeling of true liberation, freedom. It must be how birds feel when they take their first flight.
It all reminds me of that old joke about the guy who wears too tight shoes, because they feel so good when you take them off.
Winter is great, because it makes summer feel like heaven.
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Of course, like anything in life, the bliss of spring must have it's cruddy counterbalance. For us, it's ankle-deep puddles, barf-colored left over snow and mud. My run today took me through a large local cemetery. It's one of my favorite routes, because there's no traffic and it's easy on the legs.
But the gravel roads are now soft and gushy. This particular run reminded me of the "Mud 'N' Grunters" race Dave and I ran in the Hudson Valley north of New York. Ugh.
Was just thinking about that race this weekend. We had it good that year, a dry spring. Should try Mudders again after a good rain. Or skip the race and go right to the post-race breakfast
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