It’s a love hate relationship between me and the snow.

Beautiful Snow

Beautiful Snow

Yesterday afternoon I was looking outside my window at work watching the snow start to fly. It looked beautiful, but I had skipped my lunch run in hopes to get a run in with Brent after work. If we do not run together, he just does not run. Which is fine. That is why I have been running on my lunch to give him a little time off as training for a marathon drained him. Which it drained me as well, but I have this love for running that pushes me to get back on my feet. We did take it easy for a few weeks. I am not running any crazy mileage at this point either. That will come closer to my next marathon. Which is scheduled for April 28th in Nashville.

Now backs to my original point, the snow started flying and did not stop. By the time I got off work, I had about 6 inches on my car. With it being fresh and the plows just getting started, we knew if would not be an evening of running. Plus, there was ice underneath those 6 inches of snow. We instead went out to do much needed errands. The snow kept coming down for a few hours and then finally stopped just before we headed off to bed. “Maybe tomorrow?” I thought to myself as I feel asleep.

Out Our Back Door

Out Our Back Door

Not to my surprise, we woke up to it snowing once again. There were another couple of inches on the car, but I still had hope. The snow looked so beautiful and peaceful I could not be upset about not getting my run in. The wind was calm and I just wanted to sit down and take in the beauty. Unfortunately, I had to go to work. I got out the door with my running clothes and

shoes in hand in hopes that I would be able to make it out on my lunch. The snow had stopped once again. It would have been the perfect time to hit the road as most of the streets were plowed. Once again, work was in the way.

Now here I am on my lunch hour blogging. I did not get out on my run because the temperatures dropped and the wind picked up. I am a wimp when it comes to the wind in cold temperatures. I need to just get out there and brave it. Having snow blow in your face does not make me want to get out there. I want to close my eyes when it is flying in my face. Closing your eyes while running is not recommended. One of these days I will brave it. I will freeze my face off. And yes, I will complain. It is the way I am. But I should not because I am the one that wants to do this running thing and train for another marathon. Oh me. I will endure and pray that I stop complain. It will be worth it in the end.

I really do love the snow and all its beauty. Plus we can start snowshoeing again! It is a beautiful time of year. I cannot be mad or sad about that!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted by Jess

I am a Christ follower, wife to the most amazing guy, and a full time mommy which I wouldn't trade for the world. I am a lover of photography and a wannabe world traveler. Sometimes I find myself in the kitchen cooking up a new recipe. I love sharing my adventures old and new with anyone that will listen.