When the wind is
howling outside your window and snow is pouring down from the sky, it
doesn't help to shake your fist at the sky and yell ”But it's
spring!”. There is no one up there who cares, unless you're into
anthropomorphising weather. It's hard to believe that summer is but
two months away.
Then, the weather
turns. The wind lets off. The sun comes out. Suddenly, you find
yourself running a long run in a t-shirt with the corners of your
mouth apparently stitched to your ears, because that's just how good
it feels to be experiencing this run on this glorious day together
with friends. No hills, no ice, no mud can wipe that smirk off your
face, because you're high.
And when the planned
group run has come to its end and you've had a chance to refill your
energy levels with a muffin and some coffee, you want to keep going.
And your body responds with an enthusiastic cheer, because it's been
missing this so much it hurts.
When you get back,
tired but not exhausted despite the 30 km you've just covered, you
notice the birds in the trees and you hear their lovely spring song. Life is
beautiful and summer is most definitely on its way.
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