First Winter Run

I knew this day would come, sooner or later. The two runs I had completed earlier this week, were around zero Celsius and the weather forecast for the weekend was cold, very cold. It's 6.30am on Sunday morning and I'm looking through frosted glass at the outside thermometer. The red mercury line is at -22C, and I later find out its -26C with the wind chill.

Rocky Mountain Home, Rocky Mountain High

John Denver made me move back to Alberta. Not literally, of course, because he was dead by the time I returned to Calgary. But I hold him responsible, even though the Rockies he sang about were not my Rockies.