Today I ran in the snow for the fist time this year.
I left a perfectly straight trail of footprints behind me.
It was wet and sloppy.
I was splashed by a few passing cars (because not everyone feels the need to move over a bit for the runners).
It was windy. It was cold.
My knee was creaking more than usual with all the moisture in the air.
Little ice daggers were hitting my eyes.
And I had the biggest smile on my face.
I love running at this time of year more than any other.
I think it's fun defying the elements.
So if you hear someone outside your window, early in the morning, giggling?
That's probably just me out running. =^)