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Thoughts and Ruminations About an Almost Beautiful Almost Spring Run

Sunday, March 17, 2013

The day was bright and unseasonably warm. Turns out, it was actually "record breaking" warm! Not bad considering last week I was out running in a blizzard. That's Colorado for ya, though; ya never know what you're gonna get, so ya get what ya get, and ya don't throw a fit. :) I just made that up. But, it has a nice ring to it doesn't it?!

So, anyway, I set out with a spring in my step. (Spring in my step. Ha! Get it? Wow, I'm really on a roll today). The wind was to my back and the miles ticked by with such relative ease that I had to double check my GPS a couple of times to be sure. The soft earth beneath me was a nice reprieve from the concrete I had grown accustomed to running on throughout the winter months. In places the ground was completely saturated from the still melting snow and the further I ran, the heavier my sneakers became as they collected layer upon gooey layer of mud.

A mile down the trail I ran through (well, under...but that seems redundant) an underpass and slowed just enough to admire a duck couple bathing themselves in the creek to my left, while not "admiring"the ice to my right. My mud laden sneakers hit the ice and up in the air they went, while down into the slushy pile of snow, ice, and mud went my butt. I ran, a little more slowly than I had entered, out of the tunnel to find that clouds had rather quickly came up over the mountains and over taken the sun. The battery indicator on my IPod had begun to flash, so I did an about face and headed back in the direction I had came a few, short sunny minutes ago.

The ducks were resting in the reeds along the bank and as I passed, they quacked what I suspected to be their warnings to me to watch out for the ice. They were probably laughing...too bad I don't speak quack! The wind was now in my face instead of to my back, and it sure felt like it was blowing much harder than before. My shoes became lead on my tiring feet as the mud continued to pile up on the bottoms of them. My butt was wet and cold and dirty and a little boy on his bike laughed to his friend as he passed, "Hey look, that lady pooped her pants". Kids. Hmmmph. My IPod went silent. I finished the last mile strong - in silence, with wind in my face, lead on my shoes, and mud on my butt slowly dripping down the backs of my legs - thinking that if anyone should ask, I would simply inform them proudly that I was training for the 2013 Colorado Dirty Girl Mud Run. No one would ever know the truth. Except me. And the ducks.
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    My hubby loved living in Colorado while he was in the Air Force Academy. Texas weather can change fast too, but not have the snow you have.
    Way to go on that run!!!! I don't think the Ducks will tell ...lol
    2507 days ago
    sounds like colorado. no place else i have lived that you can get up to 70 degreed at noon, and have a blizzard, snow and 15 degrees by 3 pm, and have it all melt the next day.
    2507 days ago
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