It’s been like that here all month. The first Saturday in January, I ran in a snowstorm. The second I took off because I was racing the next day. Thankfully, I ran the Robbie Burns 8K on Sunday because it gave me another reason to plan to skip Saturday’s long run – again, a Saturday with miserable weather.
Today, I woke up, excited to run 13 miles – and, then, I looked outside to see freshly fallen snow. I knew right away that this wasn’t good running snow; it was the wet, slippery kind. However, I needed to get my miles in and off I went.
An hour and fifty minutes later, I arrived back home to discover two angry boys, pointing their fingers at me.
“Mom, you left without wearing your RoadID!” Oops! I was in trouble.
“You need to wear this. It’s not doing any good sitting on your dresser.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,” Little Ironman piped up. “You’re suppose to wear this when you go for your runs.”
They were right. Mom was wrong. Tomorrow, Mom will wear her RoadID.