To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage -Lao Tzu
In the thick darkness I kissed D goodbye. A pile of blankets laconically shrugged off his still slumbering form lay under my stockinged feet. Ah such nonchalant squandering of much vaunted warmth.
The temperatures plunged overnight and the roads were rendered slick. I donned my ice spikes for the first time this season and set out into the stultifying cold.
In the more than 2.5 hours of my training run I faced many a bitter wind and an armada of steep hills. My Gatorade had frozen solid. As had my jacket. Looking like an over-starched petrified torso, my jacket resembled battle armour, steeling me against Mother Nature’s onslaught.
Today was one of those days when it was just that much harder to want to be out there. Which made my running all the more satisfying when all was said and done.
With 30 kilometres under my belt I was welcomed home with a bowl of hot stew, a fresh mug of coffee, and several plates of ready to eat fruit.
Not to mention D. Smiling tenderly at me from under a mass of unruly tufts of sleepy hair.
Suddenly the winter cold no longer seemed all that bad.