This Is Why I Run

I headed out today for a run.  I ran yesterday but the weather today was too perfect for me to pass it up.  It was snowing and there was already 3 inches or so on the ground.  I could hardly wait to get out while I donned the Yak-Trax.

As predicted the ambiance was spectacular.  There was little traffic and the snow provided a muffler for the car noise.  No iPod needed on a peaceful day like this.  The only noise produced was the swish, swish, swish of my cadence.

As I ran toward the Koke Mill Trail I wasn’t sure what to expect.  Hopefully the conditions would be good enough for me to run a lap without breaking an ankle.  What greeted me at the entrance was nothing short of amazing.  It stopped me in my tracks.  Being able to fully describe the scene and what I felt at that moment would be an exercise in futility.

Every branch of the wooded area was blanketed in freshly fallen, fluffy snow.  The lack of foliage made areas off the trail visible and so you could see nothing but branches and snow.  The sun shining down left an aura radiating from every nook and cranny.  The only sound audible was my heart pounding in my chest and the breath from my lungs.  I could hear no cars, no birds, and no other civilization.  It was just me and mother nature.  I remained still for probably 2 minutes just soaking in the moment.  The scene reminded me of Robert Frost poems.  I thought to myself, “this is why I run”.