Though it still remains direly cold, there are glimpses of hope on the horizon.
As I near the 15 kilometre mark I note that the skies have evolved swiftly into a powdery blue where once they remained steadfastly dark. The forecast itself also promises that today will be the final time in which I battle through -30C wind chills this winter.
At long last I can see the finish line to what has been a very challenging season.
Perhaps that’s why my pace this morning was just a slight bit quicker. A spring in my step if you will. Perhaps it’s that I have finally dared to venture out without my ice spikes — the contraptions that assure greater footing on slick terrain, but also have me sounding like a tap dancer with OCD on clear pavement.
Whatever it is, I am grateful. Grateful that I have survived yet another winter of running. And grateful for the season ahead.
With spring just around the corner, many of us will start focusing on new goals. New hopes of personal bests, Boston Qualifying times, and podium finishes. My own race schedule is already beginning to take shape and I am optismistic that my resolve through this tough winter will pay dividends.
For now, what I know for sure is that even if the running doesn’t get easier, it will be more fun.
Here’s to better days ahead!