Against the wind...and my better judgment

After taking about 3 weeks off from running (not intentioanl, but circumstances of work and holidays taking their toll), I was pleased to get out for a 7.3 mile run with my friend and fellow Boston Marathoner, John. Weather was cooperative, and cool.

But today's story is quite different. I am about to embark on a 5k - 5 miler, running solo in a -1 windchill, 17 degrees with 20-40 mph gusts...not a walk in the park. But as I digest my (too) many holiday meals and (too) many holiday snacks, and think about what the heck I've signed up for, yet again, I can't help but think how grateful I am to not be homeless today, or any day for that matter.

I hope that these acts of questionable sanity are understood by my family, friends, and passers/driversby who might be looking at me with that "why the HECK are you running today?!" look. If you're reading this, take a moment to be glad that you're not homeless, and please remember that not everyone has that privilege.