crunch crunch, slide slide

The other morning I ventured out amongst the snowdrifts and was greeted by a glorious pink sunrise and serenaded by the crunch crunch of my shoes as they made their way down the icy path.

There's something serene about winter running I don't experience other times of the year.

Everything seems so still, so calm, so quiet.

I am usually the only one out and about and feel strength in the solitude. There are more obstacles to navigate, making a usual route feel rather unusual. The air is biting but fresh. What would seem an intolerable chill turns into a welcome breeze. The world is beautiful and in these moments it seems to belong to me alone.

I'd love to hear your winter running thoughts...

Press on.