It was so cold and windy when I woke up to run yesterday morning that I nearly got right back into bed.
But I'm SO glad I forced myself to bundle up and head out the door, because this snowy run was something special!
Once I'd gotten out of town and into the foothills (above the clouds) the sky was a crisp, nearly cloudless blue, and the trees were heavy with fresh snowfall. Everything sparkled.
These photos don't really do the morning justice, but I thought I'd share them anyway... and also allow them to remind me that just because the morning seems gray and miserable from the perspective of my house, doesn't mean there aren't truly astounding wonders on the trail that await... if we only get ourselves out there.
See you on the trail!