It’s that time of the year. Especially today: we’re in the single digits, and a hot yoga studio and/or a bowl of chicken corn soup are far more appealing than going for a run, be it outside or even indoors on a dreadmill.
So it’s a little ironic that I’m finally getting to the following post.
A few weeks ago – on Thanksgiving morning, actually – I went for a run in the neighborhood, and spotted an albino squirrel. You see them so rarely that I had to verify that it wasn’t a bunny rabbit with a tail mutation. Funny how white fur instead of grey fur changes everything. Tree rats become really cute.
I’m officially in the non-racing season, with my running. What I’m now coming to realize is that it’s not necessarity the “off season,” however. It’s my on season! It feels like it took a few months for me to decide that I don’t need to have a race to train for, to enjoy my 2-3 weekly runs. As a matter of fact, right now, I’m glad I don’t. I’m really enjoying getting out just to get out and play. Short cuts aren’t short cuts, any more. They are adventures on paths that may be shorter.
Follow your groove. This is fun. At least, once we get into 2-digit, positive temps. :)
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