Just when I can't run in the cold and snow any more, Mother Nature comes along and completely changes my outlook on running. For the first time this year, I was able to run in a t-shirt and shorts. It was 55 degrees out, which is downright tropical for New Hampshire. (For those of you in the South, you might recognize this temperature as "freezing" in January).
Running in the cool spring weather just puts a pep into my step. Despite the fact that I'm running the same, incredibly boring route, it feels like new. I think my pace was considerably quicker and I was smiling the whole time. In the winter, I feel like I'm at war with the weather. I still go out to battle three times a week, but I feel like death when I get home.
But with this weather, I feel like Mother Nature is cooperating with me again and we're finally on speaking terms. That said, I know we're not out of the woods yet. It's snowed in New Hampshire as late as May, so I'm not counting my proverbial chickens before they're hatched. I'll just kindly remind Mother Nature that if she wants to remain friends with me, that means more sun and less snow.