I'm one of the few people who absolutely love snow.
Gary cringes if the weather reports include it. I can't wait to glimpse the first sign of the harmless white invaders.
When it snows, it's as if the fast pace of the world is put on hold. There's a loud quiet in the air, demanding that our lives move slowly.
For the first time in my life, I went running in the snow the other day.
Of all the things that I can do to be a better runner (run more, run faster, eat better, hydrate better), I wasn't prepared for the sudden spring in my step for which the snow was clearly responsible.
I'll be frank: it was just fun. I wasn't focused on my heart rate or how fast I was going. I was just enjoying the descension of my wet, white companions. It was, quite simply, a very calming experience.
Snow has always been special to me. Now, as a triathlete in winter training, I've got another reason to love it.