Whether we’ve got six more weeks of winter or not, there’s still fresh snow and ice out my front door, and somebody wrote “12 km” on my calendar for today. Who did that?
I’m going, I’m going… While I’m out there, I’m going to be thinking of Genevieve at the South Pole. I’ll be counting my lucky snowflakes that I get to run in glorious warm sunshine and only -12C/10F.
Everything is relative; dig up your inspiration wherever you can, eh?