“No,” says Colleen. “Not if you have to hunt for a patch of snow to step in.”
Well, shoot. As a sports fan prone to forming superstitious links between my actions and those occurring on the field, I’d nearly convinced myself that my all-outdoor run streak might bring snow for Christmas. All month long, Mother Nature seemed to be throwing everything at me — snow, rain, subzero wind chill — to get me to run indoors or abandon the streak entirely. But after the weekend thaw and deluge, all that was left after things froze over again was a few random white patches and a few new flakes this morning.
No matter. The day still retained its underlying magical feel. We had a great Christmas, and I hope you did, too.