Today was the start of my second week of running outside trying to master the hills of New Hampshire and it began with a "winter weather advisory." Perfect. Here was my first big test of becoming a New England runner. I promised myself that once I moved my runs outside, I would not falter if faced with bad weather. Countless times I have passed runners out on the road in frigid temperatures, snow, rain, and immense heat. It can't be all that bad if they do it, right? Bonus for me, my husband and the dog were both available to keep me company today. This was a huge boost for my motivation.
With snow flakes finding a landing zone on my face and my support team in tow, I found myself thinking about the old weather belief I was taught growing up that if the month of March starts out cold and stormy it will end warm and sunny: in like a lion, out like a lamb. On a day like today, as I watched my running shoes disappear into the snow covered road, I am hopeful that this classic lore holds true - not just for the weather, but for my running also. Right now my running is still rough and wild completely lacking the smooth gentle calm of the more experienced runner. Each day will advance to potentially better weather, and each run will hopefully progress my abilities. Maybe by the end of the month the huffing and puffing will become the mere exhalation of hard work.