A Morning Run In Winter.

Stay In Your Seat And Join Me On A Run. A love story about me, my running shoes, and snow.

It was 6 AM and my eyes popped open. It was morning and I needed no alarm clock.

It was chilly so I got up and went to the window and outside it was white. Fresh snow everywhere.

The trees, the ground, the houses, everything was covered. It was breathtaking.

I got so excited! I made pancakes because I needed fuel. My bodys’ gas tank was empty.

Peeking out of the window, I just couldn’t wait. So I piled on the clothes. No coat because it was too much!

A light long-sleeved shirt, two sweaters, a scarf, a hat, gloves, socks, and my running shoes.

There was a running path near my house in Ohio. The city had covered an old railroad track with soft concrete. They had put quarter-mile marks on it.

The path went through the woods. It was beautiful, but on this day it was heaven.

The town was asleep the quiet was absolutely overwhelming.

Today I was going to run eight miles. So I began.

As I ran, the trees surrounded me. Each branch had fresh fluffy snow on it. It was so dreamy.