I confess. I am a chicken. I really wanted
to walk on both Thursday and Saturday this week, but the rain got the better of
me. Oh, I know I won’t melt. As my
former boss once said, “You aren’t made of sugar, you know.” I think he meant
that in more ways than one.
And I am in great admiration of all those strong,
courageous, and dedicated people who ignore the weather and charge out their
door at 7 AM. They go on to walk their
training distance, and still keep smiling. I am just happy they still talk to a
wuss like me. But I am not grumbling.
I
plan to return with the sunshine and crocuses. I got talked into signing up for
a 10 km event this spring, so I had better just wrap myself in plastic and hit
the road. I will be that thing behind you making crinkly noises, but I will be
there.
I wouldn’t miss our breakfasts and coffee together for anything. Except
rain.
