I've quoted James Carvelle's "I don't to ice or lightening." many times over my past 5 years running. This morning, Denise's aversion to the treadmill led us out in heavy predawn sleet despite my misgivings. The inch thick crumbly ice was fresh, having fallen only during the past 3 hours. We ran alone mostly in silence, our attentions focus on out foot steps. Treading was remarkably easy. I noticed our foot turnover was identical, as so many other nuances we share after 32 years' living together. The crunching underfoot was louder than a conversation would have been. This helped our mutual silence, broken by an occasional alert to a patch of slipperiness or approaching car. At the end of her run, Denise gleefully pointed out that the bills of our caps were encrusted with ice from the falling sleet.
I ran 3 miles with Denise, then, not wanting to lose time transitioning to the treadmill, I ran another 3 alone outdoors. We were late this morning. I have been rearranging our running gear storage to ready for Dyana and Phil's arrival and spent an unusually long time just finding gear. Nonetheless, Denise got her run done, made breakfast for four, packed the "kids" off to truck unloading at their storage facility, packed me off to work, and prepared to receive the contractor who is putting the finishing touches on a remodel of both the upstairs bathrooms.
Its been a busy morning, prefaced with a run who's silence was broken only by the sound of running shoes crushing ice.
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