
What a day! Leona and I were in NL for the weekend and as timing would have it, we ended up having to do our long run during the end of a snow storm. I started at 5:30am, after about 45min of running on this dark, snowy, windy morning I saw 2 figures in the distance running towards me. I smiled underneath my face mask and thought, "See, I am not the only person foolish enough to be out in this!" and laughed. All we could do was raise a hand to each other in acknowledgement as it was so windy any attempt to say hello would be lost in the wind.
I circled back for Leona at 7am...as we were running through Mount Pearl (where I grew up), I heard the pitter patter of feet approaching from behind. I glanced over my shoulder to see a blur of blue approaching me...it was 2 runners. After we said hello, one of the ladies asks "didn't we see you earlier this morning?" it was the same 2 ladies I saw at about 6 am. :-) they were training for the upcoming Boston Marathon.
At about 10am we finished perhaps the toughest, windiest, coldest long run of our lives. We both felt great that we "pushed 'er through" and got it done but hope that this is one feeling of accomplishment we don't soon get to experience again.
-- J