It's the dawn of a cold day here in the desert. The cute little Minnie Mouse watch face on my brand, spankin', new Apple watch says that it is thirty-one degrees and sunny. I can see out the windows that it, indeed, looks cold. The grass in the yard is covered in a light frost, but the sun is fighting its way through the morning clouds, beckoning me to the outdoors. My running shoes are lonely. It's been a whirlwind since Thanksgiving when I got sick with bronchitis which put a halt to my running adventures. My sister, Stalee, and I have set our sights on the 2017 St. George Marathon, and things were moving along nicely until...bronchitis ("ain't nobody got time for that!"), and a full-blown puking marathon for my six children, and Christmas, and our after-Christmas Brian Head Ski Trip (it was awesome!), and now here I sit, on December 30th, wondering if I even know how to run anymore.
But never fear, I've got my warm, running leggings (the ones that my husband really, really, really loves to see me wear--too bad he is at work), and my running gloves, and the bright St. George sun to keep me comfy. And if that doesn't do the trick, I can just think of Stalee, who lives up north, running in temps hovering around ZERO! She is my inspiration. We got this, Stalee!
Now, to lace up my shoes and test out my lungs. It's a happy day!
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