And Winter Arrives…

The start of my run…

Snow is coming...

Snow is coming…

And the end…

Is it Christmas yet?

Is it Christmas yet?

After six days of no running it was time to get out. I know the time will come when I will curse winter weather, but being out in one of the first snowfalls of the year always fills me with wonder and yes, a little joy. Each season has its own downfalls; spring’s bugs that swarm my rural running routes; the sweltering heat and humidity of Ottawa’s summers; autumn’s cold rains; winter’s freezing temperatures and slippery conditions. But as I ran today I realized that if I lived in a place where the seasons blended together in their endless similarities, running could in fact become a little boring.

I was also reminded today that winter truly has its own beauty. I have always loved the silence of winter. It is one of the many reasons I can’t see myself living in a city again. I would hate to have the sounds of traffic and neighbours eclipse winter’s silence. I admit I never changed the “seasonal” picture at the top of my blog because I love that it makes me think of running in the quiet of a winter’s day. I spent much of today’s “run” walking. I won’t lie, some of that was simply because despite having run a marathon and a half marathon in the last month, I have done few runs in between. I can already feel the effects of that on my fitness level. Today I could tell my body was easily tired by running due to lack of training. But part of me just wanted to walk and enjoy the snow. When I left, the snow was just starting to stick, by the time I came back the scenery was that of a Christmas card. As I crested a hill on our rural road I realized why a snowfall is so beautiful. When else do you see so much motion – such a “flurry” of activity so to speak – that takes place in such perfect silence? I watched millions of feather like particles fall from the sky and yet not one single sound. A couple of times I even stopped walking, the sounds of my footsteps and of my coat rustling being too loud and too distracting.

I had started my run with my music on. Just before turning it off to enjoy the silence I listened to “Lovers in a Dangerous Time.” Way back, in one of my very early posts on this blog, this song was mentioned as part of one of my favourite running moments. You can see that post here. Today, instead of listening to the song while watching a stunning sunset on a muggy summer’s evening, all things came full circle as I listened to them again on this snowy day:

Don’t the hours grow shorter as the days go by,
We never get to stop and open our eyes,
One minute you’re waiting for the sky to fall,
The next you’re dazzled by the beauty of it all.

So in the upcoming months when I start complaining about the weather (I have a theory that if weather is the only thing you can think of to complain about, life is very good), please feel free to remind me to go back and read this post and remind me how bored I would be if winter didn’t bring about its own beauty to our world.

One thought on “And Winter Arrives…

  1. Karla @ Run, Karla, Run!

    Love that before and after! There is something magical about the first snow. Every now and then, I love running through the snow. I love being the first pair of footprints after a fresh snowfall. And I agree: if the only thing you have to complain about is the weather, then you’re in great shape!

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