Grey skies, drizzle, snow and ice patches on the ground, huge puddles. Still, the temperature is above freezing and it feels SOOOO good to be outside after a long, cold winter.
I breathe better, my mood is elevated, I remember why I started running in the first place.
It was a brief run (or rather jog): only 1.5 miles, I came home soaked (not from sweat) but it's a start.
It's so different from indoor running - my body is currently acknowledging that:)
(or perhaps, the combination of sculpting class in the morning with the run)