I finally got my ass outside for a run after a week of record-breaking cold temperatures. It still only "felt like" 0-degrees, but I'll take that over 35-below. It was quite perfect, aside from all the unshoveled sidewalks. The snow that fell all day was complete fluff on the ground. It was dark outside, quiet. I could smell the smoke from fireplaces.
I chose a quieter route, away from traffic, and left my iPod at home. Not so much by choice, but because it was dead as a doornail. But I'm glad I did. I love the sound of snow crunching under my feet.
Ah. So nice.
I didn't hate running today. So I guess it was a good day.