Running Choices

My running watch broke. Let's take a moment to give me the pity this situation deserves.

Great. Welcome back.

I haven't run much lately anyway. I keep meaning to, but I've been busy, the winter has been harsh, and I don't have a running watch.

Well...

Busy is a choice. I choose to scroll Twitter and do other less than crucial things. I lack gumption not time. I make other choices.

I told a friend that I want to run, but it's too cold and snowy. She tilted her head and told me, "you know, people run in snow."

As for a running watch, it may be possible to run without one.

This morning, after shoveling the driveway, I changed into running sandals, tights, and long-sleeve shirt, pulled on gloves and a wool hat, and jogged out onto unplowed roads.

Turns out I don't need to know distance or heart rate. It really _is_ possible to run in snow. And I had time. Go figure.

Which reminds me that life is a series of choices. I might as well make a couple good ones.