What a difference a couple of days' rest can make. Both yesterday's and today's run felt easy, apart from a foot that complained occasionally.
This morning I put on my reflective vest and turned on the blinking lights I have on my backpack, both on the back and on the front. No driver would miss me while I ran across the still-dark roads. I had some ”new” music on my mp3-player, one of my all-time favourite albums: Pink Floyd's Dark side of the moon. I hadn't listened to this album in a very long time, mostly because I've been into other things, but also because it's kind of a downer and no one needs that when the weather and darkness are already doing such a great job draining my energy.
The first notes and my first steps were accompanied by (wait for it...) RAIN. Yep. Not snow. Just tiny, tiny drops of rain, and I could almost smell spring in it. It wasn't long before a smile formed on my face, coupled by some tear-laced eyes. The feeling was majestic. Amazing music, the hint of spring in the air, the hope I would get to see the sun rise before my run was over.
Curiously enough, Pink Floyd not only failed to bring me down this time, but they lifted me higher. The run was one of the most enjoyable ones I've had this winter. When I finally arrived at work, I was ready to take on the challenge of the long day ahead of me.