30 it UP

So, I found out the 5k I was looking forward to all year was canceled secondary to the COVID-19 crisis (using my medical documentation skills right thurr).  Rock The Locks 5k is put on by our downtown and this year was going to be its second year running.  Last year I ran it as my first 5k and I LOVED it.  You got to run through the Soo Locks Park, down historic Water Street, and around by the Valley Camp Museum Ship.  It started and ended in Brady Park and there was music, dancing, and fun themed runners. After a much-needed cry session, I started thinking.  Just because the race was canceled didn't mean I couldn't run it the best I could alone.  So, the other night I started training.  This was my first outdoor run after it became too dangerous (icy) to run outside last year and let me tell you, the sidewalks have nothing on a treadmill.  It was hard to transition to running outdoors.  No moving belt to keep you propelling forward, no TV ...

I fell the other day.  No it wasn't the so hard you screw up your neck or crack your head open kind of fall.  But I bruised my knee so bad the other wanted to share some of its pain.  Perk of hurting yourself in you 30's I guess.  It got me thinking though, will winter ever end? This winter has been a doozie.  I'm not sure if its the length this year or the fact that we had a snowstorm every week for a month and a half.  I'm going with the latter.  If you couldn't tell, I have a severe case of cabin fever.  I'm sick of shoveling, slipping and sliding, and the massive potholes.  Is Spring here yet? My dog is suffering with this too.  All he wants to do is be able to go for our daily four mile walk.  I, however, value my life too much to subject myself to his extreme pulling ability.  Don't let his cute face fool you, he is not the best leash walker. Maybe my distaste for winter comes from the fact that I don't participate ...