Last week Victoria endured a very unseasonal snowstorm, along with the coldest November temperatures on record. Taking the snow in stride, I opted for less volume but more frequency and ran to and from work, daily. A favourite memory, running along the snow filled Colquitz Trail amidst complete silence. Heaven.
Unfortunately, and perhaps because of the weather, my bronchitis has returned (conceivably it never left) and I’ve once again I returned to the sidelines. On the outside looking in. This has been coupled with a son who is cutting his first tooth, a daughter who is two, and an ever changing work environment; ‘nough said.
Luckily, yesterday I managed to get out for a few steps along the trestle and I hope to hit the Colquitz Trail later this evening. My appreciation for these rare moments of solitude is growing.