I miss my shadow…

It is nice (kind of) to be back to Canada.  From a running point of view during the week we were away there was lots of ice melted making the edges of the road much less hazzardous underfoot, the smaller roads are accessible again, giving us more choice of running routes, and the trails are ice free but muddy.   As we ran along today I could smell the wet tarmac underneath our feet, the sleet was stinging our faces like needles, the cold air burning our lungs on the first hill, I had to remind myself that running is good, not just health wise but good for the soul.  I do like it, sometimes I love it…just today I am just somewhat shell shocked.  The holiday blues will pass but in the meantime I realise that I miss my shadow and the lizards and the dust, roll on summer running…