5:45AM
This is where it is tough. It is dark. It is Saturday. It is probably around five or ten degrees. There is snow on the ground. My little family sleeps. Warm air is blowing through the register on my ankles as I write this . . . but I have a jammed day with kid stuff and the only time that I can run is right now. I could skip my run. As far as that goes I could skip alot of things . . my kids games, I could skip work, I could skip conversations that I don't want to have, I could skip out on paying bills I don't want to pay . . but I AM NOT THAT GUY. The world is filled with THAT GUY. God will bless me this dark, cold morning . . .as he does all mornings. I am heading out the door in 2 minutes with warm clothes designed for mornings like this, no music, fresh lungs and the anticipation of the creator of the world dying to show me the sunrise. That is why I don't skip runs . . . even on mornings like this.
7:00AM
I am back. It was colder than I thought! Running on ice and snow covered roads feels like that dream I have had since I was kid where someone is chasing me and I am moving in slow motion. So I ran in slow motion this morning. God did not bless me with a sunrise this morning but he kept me warm, safe and once again in awe of the human body, spirit and mind. So it was a good run and I'm glad I didn't skip it.
