"The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness,
the human soul is apt to revive also."
~ Harriet Ann Jacobs
When I stepped outside, the sun was shining, the snow was melting, and the mud was flowing. I didn't need a hat and gloves for the first time since November. I might have shed a tear or two. Sweet, sweet spring, I said out loud to no one in particular, never have I loved you more. I am fully aware that spring isn't here to stay. But, for that moment, I just wanted to pretend. I threw on a pair of 3/4 length tights and a long sleeve shirt (wait, that's all??) and headed out for an 8 mile cruiser. Turns out, my legs could have cared less about the weather. They were heavy and stiff and within minutes they were tired. I did my best to grin and bear it but I was hurting. Cue the frustration. This was the first nice day in months and I really wanted to feel awesome. Instead I was shuffling my way through the miles and counting the seconds until it was over. Dammit. When I got home, defeated, I hopped in the shower and started thinking about the rest of my day. First on my list, a much needed sports massage, which is always a combination of both torture and bliss. After that, I had to hit the grocery store, the car wash, CVS and somewhere in there I needed to grab lunch. I know, thrilling.
By the time I pulled in to the driveway the temp had climbed another 20 degrees. What the....???!!! It felt downright tropical outside. I hopped out of the car, walked over to my front porch and just sat down. For a solid 10 minutes I soaked up the sun, virtually drinking in the warmth. It was incredible. Screw this, I thought. I'm going running....again. I threw on a pair of shorts (yes, shorts) and a t-shirt, grabbed my iPod and flew out the door. Don't think. Just go. I'd love to tell you that, unlike my first run, my legs were fresh and light and that I floated through the miles. But that would be lying. What I did experience, however, was a different kind of elation. I was just so genuinely thrilled to be running outside in warm weather. From start to finish I had a childlike skip in my step and an ear to ear grin plastered on my face. I wasn't worried about mileage or pace. Nothing mattered. And everything was awesome. I may not have felt physically fast and free but I sure as hell felt it mentally. So, yea, it was a good run.
8:30AM 32℉ & windy
Back to winter. The air was chilly and the wind was whipping. The hat and gloves were on again. The kids were a little slower and a bit quieter as they got into the car for school; the joy of the day before having worn off. As I got ready to run, bundling up in multiple layers, I had to smile. Wednesday had made such a lasting impression on my brain. I couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt and what an incredible mood it had put me in. It was just a little dose of what's to come. And it was all I needed.
Listen to this:
Baby Please - WE ARE TWIN