My husband went to Phoenix for work this week and my older boys went with him since it’s their spring break. The pace has slowed considerably in our household and I’m grateful for the break. However, we had a blizzard on Saturday, which made me seriously regret staying behind! There was a lul in the snow around noon so I left for the gym. My youngest took a friend with him so we stayed longer while they played basketball. I had no idea the storm was escalating while we were in the gym! By the time we left, the snow was coming down at an alarming rate, the wind was raging, and visibility was less than a quarter mile. It was easily one of the most stressful drives of my life. It didn’t help to have someone else’s child in the vehicle. I certainly didn’t want to crash with my son’s friend with us. By the time I got home, I was shaking and completely drained. I’m glad I got to run but I certainly should have gone earlier in the day. I did get to run 1.5 miles though, which felt good at the time. On Sunday, I went back to the gym with my youngest so he could play basketball while I ran around the indoor track. We went later in the day to ensure the plows had time to clear our path. I only ran a mile on Sunday. Yesterday, I got to run outside! My youngest is also on spring break so we signed him up for a day camp at the local children’s museum while I worked. The day camp started an hour before I had to be at work so I took the opportunity to run 2 miles on our local trail. It was beautiful after the snow. Regardless of the beauty of snow, I’m ready for it to disappear for the next 8 months at least.