I grumble a lot about the winter's cold and rain, and dream about days were you can finish your run and nap on the grass in the sun. I give winter a hard time, but sometimes it's exactly what I need.
There's something special about running along in the dark, surrounded by a big dark sky and twinkling lights. And I forget, that on those sticky, hot, stifling days of summer, I wish for a day where I can run in a cool breeze or in the snow. Happy to be bundled up in warm mitts and toques, and not trying to escape the scorching summer's sun.
Tonight I was running over Granville Street bridge and looking down at a miniature Granville Island, decked in strings of holiday lights all along the streets. It was a bit cool and breezy on the bridge, the cold nipping into my gloves, but as I looked all around Vancouver was looking so pretty, with lights all along False Creek. Sailboats below me were lit up all along their masts. It made me happy - it reminded me of when I was a kid, and all the fishing boats would light up their boats and parade along the shore.
Where I grew up there are no skyscrapers or big buildings, no backdrop of hillsides filled with lights. Where I grew up, a single string of lights lit up the entire black sea around it, and you could see it from miles away. As a kid it was a treat to see lights at night. Now I'm surrounded by lights, and although I miss the true darkness and the boats on the water, I'm grateful for the lights around our city and the company they keep me in on dark winter runs.
As a good excuse to get out and do an easy run, I challenge anyone who reads this to get out and do a holiday run - pay attention to the season around you and see what the world has to offer your heart.
"It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air"