So in the last week I've managed to run in about every condition the sky can offer. Up to Barr camp last Saturday with an early AM run in shorts, T shirt and lots of sun screen. One early week day ran with some snow and wind, and this mornings run in GOG was a misty kind of rain. Got to love Colorado weather.
Going up to Barr camp was a reminder of how beautiful a day could be- blue sky, a bit of a breeze, and not too many people on the trail. Trotting up, with the dog doing laps back and forth, I felt as close to perfection as I have in a long time.
I've never minded running in snow. I like the crunch of it underfoot, and the feel of it in my face. It the wind is too biting I can zip up, cover up, and get on with it. Rain can be a different thing. I can come in colder from a run in rain than any I've done in snow. Maybe its I have stashed gear for snow running, but my rain gear is less elaborate. So I just get wet. Which is OK when I'm still moving, but once I'm stopped, the cold creeps in.
Weekly mileage total 40 miles. It all felt good. Some better than others.
Some days I want to go farther, but am excercising patience. Slow and steady, adding miles, and listening to my body.
Now for some coffee, a good book, and mapping out next weeks runs.
There's also house work and yard work and all sorts of chores. I'm good at ignoring them and pursuing the things that I want to do rather than have to do. The big C pushed me to refocus my life on the things that are meaningful. Family, friends, trails, books, music, and finding the quiet to live my life as rich and full as I can. Even in the rain.