I woke up kinda early before sunrise and my phone said it was 43º out. That's warmer than it was yesterday. However, the longer I waited before I ran, the colder it was getting. I've noticed that happen over the years as the sun rays start pushing the air around it cools down. I figured I'd wait a while and it should warm up again. But then I noticed something from behind the slits in the blinds. Something strange. There were hundreds, thousands of small particles floating gently towards the ground. Were we under nuclear attack? I drew the chord on the blinds so that I could face head on my impending doom. I was struck with wonder and amazement. Was this the end? No. Memories came back to me of pictures that I had seen from friends that live to the north of me. It was snow. Actual snow right outside my window!
Of course I've been in snow many times. But I have never run in it. I decided to wait and see if it would die down some. Emily has been getting real sick, as she does. So when the rest of the family wanted to antiquing, I stayed home with her. It didn't seem like the snow was going to let up. And if it did, it was still being blown down from the rooftops and the trees. Perhaps I wouldn't go running today afterall. I needed advice. I reached out to people with experience, but they were of no use. So when my family got back, I decided to just go for it.
I just wore my shorts and T-shirt, as always. It was cold, but not terrible. I would just do a small loop. I'd follow the same start as yesterday, but instead of going all the way around the neighborhood, I would just go around the block. It was about 1.7 miles. I was worried that I might slip and fall, but I seemed pretty stable the whole way. That first little climb felt like death was knocking again. But I knew I survived it yesterday, so I would survive it again today. I would look back and see my footprints in the road every now and then. They were leaving marks for everyone else to see what kind of fool goes out in this weather. About a quarter mile before I finished my phone rang. It was my bishop. He wanted to make sure Emily had a helper now that she's in Young Women's. I told her that it was covered and made sure I explained what I was doing at the moment so that he wouldn't wonder why my breathing was so labored.