My trainers are beating the sand as I run across the shoreline on a February afternoon. Knowing that the coldest part of winter has finally passed us by and is starting to give way to more typical temperatures is a welcome change. It does things for my psyche and I'm forced to acknowledge that the deep winter we enter back east tends to eat at me more than I would think that it should. Everything just feels…harder. Darker and colder and wet. Perhaps I'm just not a winter person.
I mapped out my run for Lexington before I left and I turned on the app on my phone that gives him my whereabouts. Knowing how damn concerned he is any time I take off on my own like this, I assume he's just sitting at the table and staring at the blinking blue dot that tells him I'm moving. It's kind of cute. Kind of.
