School work and adulting has been pressing heavy on me lately. I haven’t been trail running as much as I’d like to be. I have a 25k race in three weeks that I’m not trained for. I don’t have time to plan and prep meals, and my eating habits have suffered. I’m so exhausted by the end of the day.
It’s springtime here in Central Pennsylvania, but you wouldn’t know it by the weather that’s been blowing through. Monday we had yet another late-season snowfall, and a fairly substantial one. Our school was already closed because of it being Easter weekend, but other schools and businesses had delays. We got between 4-6 inches depending on the location.
One of my favorite things to do is to go trail running in Rothrock in fresh snow. And I wanted that so badly. But, I just couldn’t swing it in my schedule. I had to take my kid to an early morning doctor appointment, then to her theatre class, and then I had lesson prep to do. Yes, when teachers aren’t working, they’re still working. Just in case you didn’t know.
But I was determined to at least get outside and submerge my body in this snow. So I went for a walk at a local nature center. A nice slow stroll where I took pictures, stopped to listen to the birds complain about the snow, and write a bit of poetry. The snow was melting faster than it came, and being envelopes by trees shedding their winter burden was such a delight. I got pelted several times by falling snowi. It was magical, even though it wasn’t the forest and it wasn’t for very long.
Always #optoutdoors. It’s the only thing that will save us from ourselves.