After my run in the snow.

Yeah, sounds kinda like a bad idea, but it was actually a great experience. I’ve done it before, but it wasn’t the same as yesterday. Yesterday was different, for one, I went further than I did the previous time, and for two it was actually snowing and not just a day after it snowed or something.

So typically when you go running you see other people, it’s bright and cheery and there’s this sense that despite the fact that you are running by yourself, you aren’t really alone. Yesterday’s run was the opposite. There was no one else around. On the back trail, it was just me, the trail, and the snow. That was it. I really did feel at peace. It sucked in a sense that my shoes and gloves quickly became water logged, but at the same time I didn’t care. Eventually, one of my less up-beat songs came on and I got to thinking about a few things and people that I’ve had in my life over the past few months.

Two people on a journey heading to an unknown destination. There were talks of where it would end up, there were many nights spent pondering what it would be like “if”. But never would I have imagined that our journey would’ve taken us to where we are today. As I ran alone, in the snow, I looked back over the past few months and thought about how I don’t regret anything that I’ve done or said. She and I certainly aren’t in a place where we said we would be, but I feel that we are in a better place for each other.

Jess is an amazing person. She has quickly become a fantastic friend and someone who I draw inspiration from. I look at the journey she’s taken and see that she is strong, independent and really deep down a great person. In my opnion, she’s not had the greatest support group, but she’s done great. I really do admire her and am greatful to have a friend like her.

So how did running in the snow get to a story about Jess and I on a journey? Well when I first went running it was just me and my footsteps, but eventually when things got really nasty and I couldn’t feel my toes, I noticed that there was at least 1 other set of foot steps. Someone else had this idea to get out in this mess and go on a journey as well. How long ago had they been there? Were they experiencing the same anguish that I was with the wet feet and frozen hands? Who knows, but I soon realized that on this journey of pleasure and pain, I wasn’t alone.

So as it turns out Jess and I are both on a journey. She is starting a new life with new experiences and a whole new perspective on things. Me, I’ve got to a point where I am really happy. I have a firm grasp on where I am and where I am going. She’s helped me through somethings, and I like to believe that I have helped her through some things. I will always value her as a friend, no matter what. People may hate on me and despise me for the things that have transpired of the past few months, but that’s on them, that’s not a burden for me to carry.

So despite the numbness and the fact that I didn’t get in my full run, it was a great run. A journey that helped me see again, more clearly where I’m at, but most importantly, where I’m going. I’m not alone. She’s not alone. And when it comes down to it, none of us really are.