We laced up our running shoes and headed off down the streets in our neighbourhood. We both have been hitting the treadmill already but longing for the rhythmic sound of our feet pattering side by side on the concrete and the spring wind on our faces.
I have been trying to tempt the weather here for a few weeks now, but just when I decide it is starting to get to a reasonable outdoor temperature, it swings low again, or dumps a fresh lot of snow on us. Last weekend we got about 6 inches of fresh snow and have been waiting until now to have clear enough sidewalks to run without the risk of injury.
We still had to hurdle several puddles and mounds of snow. A few times we even ended up running down the center of the street because the sidewalks were completely under water.
But not once did we turn back.
The sun was on our face. We found our rhythm. We let the wind blow our hair. We felt the freedom. And we pushed our limits just enough to remind our bodies of what we were capable of in the fall before the snow drove us indoors.
Looking at the forecast in the next few days means we may be restricted to the indoor treadmill again for a time.
But it doesn't matter.
Now we remember how good it feels.
Now we know spring is on its way.
Now we will get out at the next possible chance...