After a week of icky weather, we had a glorious break and a sunny day on Christmas Eve. One would only assume that Christmas Day would follow suit. Well it looked somewhat promising at first, as the sun came out early. But it deteriorated quickly and became cold, windy and dark. I think it is the worst weather I can remember experiencing on a Christmas Day in a long, long time.
We had, however, predetermined that we would run in the afternoon. Before I changed into my running clothes, I stepped out onto the porch, looked at the threatening sky, felt the cold wind hit me, smelled moisture in the air, turned to John and asked, "and why exactly are we running today?"
It had been predetermined and was therefore set in stone. We were running and knew we eventually would not regret it. I put on running tights, gloves, and my warmest running turtle neck. I looked down at my Nike Free running shoes and began to lament over the hole that had developed in the upper. That hole made my foot bleed the day before during our track workout.