It hadn't started snowing too hard and we were only going 3 miles… so even though I wanted nothing more than to sit in front of the fire in my jammies with my book… John convinced me to head out.
It didn't turn out to be the quiet, beautiful peaceful run that I had been imagining. I didn't even take my music as I planned to enjoy the scenery and become "one with nature." :o) It really turned out to be a cold, wet slog with ice crystals crashing into my eyes and making me squint and wonder what the hell I was doing! I got a cramp about 1/2 mile in and really was just happy to finish!
Finally made it… in my jammies, in front of the fire with my boy Cooper.