Tuesday, January 11, 2011
When It Pays To Run
As we started out, I remembered that I had forgotten that I had wanted to bring money along with me so that we could get a coffee at the new little cafe near the grocery store. I'd been wanting to try it out and for one reason or another I'd never made it there. A little warm coffee before completing a snowy run with a friend sounded just perfect, but I'd been distracted with the wrapping of my feet in plastic bags and not wanting to be late to meet Julia.
The two of us had a great run and even though we had to run slower due to the snow, the time seemed to fly by. We ran through slush and snow, the plastic bags keeping our feet mostly dry for most of the run. Several times I could not really tell if I was still on the sidewalk or not because the snow was still so thick in places. We turned around after 4 miles out and made our way back the same way we had come.
When we reached the grocery store once again, we cut across the parking lot since it was mostly free of snow. As I looked down, I spotted a wet $5 bill on the ground. I picked it up, shook it off, and as soon as I thought it, Julia said, "Coffee!" I laughed and said, "Thanks, Lord!" as we cut back across the parking lot to the little cafe. How perfect!
We enjoyed a delicious cup of fresh coffee as we sat on the leather couch next to a window in the cafe. I will definitely be going back. We talked as we sipped, and while I thought the coffee would warm me, it was not enough to combat the effect of wet feet and legs on a winter day. I was almost shivering by the time we left, and it seemed a strong wind had decided to show up for the trek home.
Julia and I parted ways as she headed back to her house and I to mine. I had been considering a few more miles in my neighborhood, but the strong, cold wind along with my wet feet talked me out of it. I got in a total of 8 snowy, slushy miles and that was enough for the day. And what a great day it had been!
If we get another snow day tomorrow (which would make three wonderful days in a row), I'm planning to head out again, and I know some girls who will be game to join me. This time I will remember to put some money in my pocket should the local grocery store parking lot and the good Lord not be providing a second cup of free coffee.