# it's official

If you weren't convinced before, this oughta do it. Remember my boot sliding escapade last week? Well, apparently I didn't. Here's how I do the math:

snowstorm overnight + slightly warmer daytime temp + 5:00 pm = ice covered sidewalks

This is the equation that lands me smack dab in the middle of crazy (don't forget that I'm notoriously unstable in good sidewalk conditions). I had been office-d all day, plugging away in Excel (wishing my brother would have given me the tutorial he promised over Christmas break) and pushing some papers... so I was ready to run.

The snow made my whole body nervous this morning (when I realized I have no idea how to drive in it), so running was going to be my way of snatching back my winter joy. The first five minutes involved a simple, out loud conversation with myself, "This is stupid. You are stupid." But, I kept going... down the icy stairs, through the icy park, past a cautious walker, and looping around to follow the path toward the university.

I kept thinking, "Why am I doing this?" and then answering, "because this is how to live winter" ... and then catching myself from a near fall. I really had very little mental space to process while I ran because I needed to focus singularly on staying upright.

I let a giggle jump out and chase the sky.

Let the winter come! And, oh, let me run in it!

I loved every bit of my run - no matter how official it made my craziness (I'm not sure that was even in question to begin with).

I loved the way the man stared at me when I said, "Should have brought my ice skates" and the way I ran by the university campanile at exactly 5:30, approaching an ice patch (and the way I jolted when the bells chimed) and the way people stared at me like I was some luny freshman, trying to resolve off 15 pounds and the way the Cadillac slid to a halt to let me pass in front of it and the way I only slipped once and another time saved a fall with bowling-like form and the way the footsteps in the snow revealed other crazy people and the way the wind whipped at my back on Lincoln Way, encouraging me on in my ridiculous endeavor and the way the wind slapped my face on University, reminding me of my ridiculous endeavor and the way that my stride grew every time I hit iceless pavement and the way that winter is a muscle doctor - it's like running inside an ice pack and the way my lungs burned and my sweat froze

Let the winter come! And let me run in it.

let LOVE fly like cRaZy