The trail is crunchy with a newly frozen layer of snow. The river is so black in contrast to the white snow banks, and the surface is a broad glossy sheen from running so deep. I do love the winter running. And, nothing, I mean nothing is quite as refreshing as pulling your pants down in icy sub-freezing winds for a VPB pit stop :) Men are so lucky, anatomically speaking. Regardless, I adore running this this time of year, no races to train for, just me and the frigid silence of winter. I always feel like a hero for running in sub-freezing temps. But then I think of the surfers in the NE, surfing during snow and ice storms. Then I look down to the tracks in the fresh snow below my feet, and realize at least 3 others hero runners got there some hours or minutes before me. | 