There’s nothing like a misty morning run as the cold air of winter blows in. As I was running this morning and my lungs were burning, I thought of how many more cold runs there would be if I decided to truly train for a half marathon in the Spring.

It seems unfair that to be able to run in the Spring, you have to wade through winter, huffing and puffing and trying not to shiver; and yet, there’s something rewarding about pushing yourself out of bed and into the cold air that wakes up your soul when everything around you is dying to be reborn later.

It’s a mysterious feeling that makes you feel like a warrior alone on the journey until you encounter that other winter warrior bundled against the cold trekking along their running path. Then there’s the realization that you are not alone, even on this cold journey.

Suddenly, your heart is warmed.