I did my long run yesterday, so today called for a short recovery jog. Last night Nashville got a light snowfall. It was the perfect kind: the ground and trees were dusted but the roads were mostly clear. I love running in the snow, probably because as a lifelong Nashvillian I don’t get to do it very often. So this morning I drove to one of my running trails, camera in hand. I didn’t worry about pace; I stopped too often for photos to care about that. As I ran I drank in the scenery, not with dainty sips but with big, binging gulps.
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