I’m done with winter

It snowed again the other night. It is winter and it is still March. I’m just saying I’m over it. I’m ready for warmer weather.

After a winter of running in temperatures that hung in the single digits for three full weeks. I miss the freedom of slipping on my running shoes a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Now its socks, tights, long-sleeved shirt, face mask, hat, and a fleece jacket. It’s so difficult for me to go outside when the temperatures are what I would expect if I were living in the Arctic. It’s still dark when I run in the morning which can sometimes add to the depressed feeling I sometimes get when I run in these temperatures. The morning run is my thing. The opportunity to not have to dodge (too many) cars make me a happy person.

Snow covered

Clear roads during the winter months. This is always a crapshoot. If it has snowed the likelihood that I’ll be slogging through several inches of snow is real. I hate running in this much snow as much as I hate running on the beach in the loose sand. Then there’s the black ice and sidewalks which have been neglected by their owners forcing me to retreat to the street and take my life into my own hands. Despite the plethora of reflective gear and lights, blinking and solid, I still occasionally wonder if I am a purposeful target of the drivers of passing cars.

Street view

Black ice is the master of my fear. It is that treacherous ice which does not appear to be slippery until one puts their weight on it and realizes, on the way to the ground that it is in fact ice. Those who live in warmer climates and have not ventured north during the winter months have asked: “What is black ice?” Black ice, as defined by the dictionary is as follows:

black ice

ˌblak ˈīs/


a transparent coating of ice, found especially on a road or other paved surface.

River view

As the days become longer and more daylight becomes present, I live for those days in a portion of the world where sunlight becomes something which I need for my mental as well as my physical health. Soon I will be able to cease ingesting Vitamin D tablets. Sunshine pushes me out the door. Just the desire to be outdoors sans the heavy apparel of winter is enough to lift my mood.

Soon. Soon I am told, at least by the calendar that winter will come to a close and spring will follow. The days will continue to increase in length. The sun will make more frequent and lengthier appearances and temperatures will continue to become warmer allowing the change of clothing to include shorts and t-shirts.


The gratitude walk

As I get older I have more appreciation for life, my life, for how I spend my time. I realize that while it’s important to make money, it’s not important to waste money, to spend money foolishly.

Several weeks ago I purchased a GoPro camera. I thought about this purchase for several months thinking, “I’ll never use it the way I’ve seen others use it.” I decided it was important or maybe this was just a way to justify such a purchase but I felt it was important to document the activities that I love to enjoy. If others feel the same happiness as I and it prompts others to get outside and have fun, well that’s just a bonus.

Lately I’ve been busy at my office. Busy is good, being overly busy is not, at least not for me. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my work. This is a blessing for which I am grateful. The only time I don’t enjoy my work is when I neglect the balance in my life. When emotions are out of balance I find myself tired, easily angered and with a low tolerance for frustration. I no longer want it to get to this point. I have experienced panic attacks in the past and know this is a place in my life which I have no interest in returning.


Solitude, the solitude found in nature is important to me and at the foundation of my happiness. On my way to enjoy a cup of coffee with a friend, I decided to stop at Devil’s Hole State Park. I didn’t have the necessary time to enjoy the walk down into the gorge so I enjoyed a hike along the upper level path. The solitude of the visit recharging my internal batteries as I craned my neck to hear the water rushing through the lower rapids hundreds of feet below. So close but yet so far. I stopped several times and thought about the time spent with family on Thanksgiving. There are many things for which I am grateful. They are too numerous for me to mention. I am reminded of them daily when I write in my journal and I step into the wilderness.

I hope you enjoy the video of this hike and it inspires you to get outdoors and enjoy life.