it snowed in belfast again last night. i could tell when i went to bed that it was even though i couldn't see out my window. it's that hushed sound that gives it away. the silent sound of snow falling. there was actually a couple inches, but then, by the time i went out running this morning it was beginning to warm, so the stuff falling from the sky was more sleet and slush than snow. really, there must be some rule that running 5 miles in the slush really adds up to be about 7 miles as you're having to work that much harder to not fall. Yet there was a wee bit of unholy pleasure in the knowledge that probably none of the other people driving slowly through the slush or slipping along the sidewalk had been out running this morning. A wee bit of unholy glee to be one up on the city.
run with dignity.