A Road Less Traveled

Or, perhaps a trail less traveled is more accurate.

In spite of the 37 degree temperature (which is quite balmy when you are in the sun and running), I decided to go for a run.  The kids were napping, Peter was relaxing on his computer, and I laced up and put on one of my new running shirts (thank you, kids!).  I also love to wear Peter's old sweat pants from college.  For a long time, I couldnt fit into them anymore.  But, now that I can, I love wearing them over my base level pants.  They are falling apart and soft from many washes, and they remind me of the boy I fell in love with so long ago...

I headed down our neighborhood toward one of my favorite parks.  And, although I couldnt snap a picture while running, this is close to what I saw.

The trail was covered by snow, but visible through the footprints of the runners before me.  It took me 48 minutes to run 3.4 miles, which is a little slower than my average these days, but it was the most beautiful run I've ever had.  For those moments, I was alone with nature and there was so much peace.

It was beautiful.  Truly beautiful.