Had to run a friend to the airport very early this morning. It was the perfect opportunity - I already knew from last night that my bridge has too much snow and ice on it for a good run - so on the drive home I took a detour to drive up Brady Street hill to do a sidewalk check. I was happy see that it was cleared enough for a run.
Oh, the Brady Street hill. Truth is I started dreading the run as soon as I realized it was possible. So BIG. So long, so steep, so much. Wahhh!!! But what I know about that is: it is possible. All I have to do is make a choice, each step: I will not stop.
And...I did it. Here in snowy March, far from the weather that lets me really get great outdoor exercise. I kicked Brady Street hill's butt. I mean...not by much. I thought I was going to throw up, about a block from the top. But all that matters is...it did not defeat me. AHA, my worthy opponent!!
And then followed the always-gratifying run down Main Street hill. Love the way I can feel running downhill working in my thighs and butt. Always, always, always makes me glad.
This morning I am grateful for not falling. There WERE a few bad spots after all - stuff you can't see from the car. Where the snow has been melting and running off and freezing in perfect slickness on the pavement. If I weren't the slow, careful, plodding runner that I am (and even slower and more careful than ever, this morning)...I'd have been down at least 3 times. As it was, I just felt the little oopsie as my feet slid around a little. No harm, no foul.
BRING SPRING! I am ready.