Bluefield Daily Telegraph, Bluefield, WV

Lifestyles

March 3, 2014

Running by

CHARLESTON — During the last four months, I have ran the streets of Bluefield in the snow, wind and the rain. I have caught one cold and am currently battling a sore throat. This winter has played havoc on my favorite hobby. One can not run in a foot of snow or when ice glistens on the sidewalk. There has been many morning when I have opened the front door and stared longingly at the snow-covered sidewalk. I close my eyes and image the sun warming my shoulders, the smell of the neighbor’s flowers and bright green grass next to the sidewalk. But then the wind howls and bites at my ankles, reminding me of winter’s hold on the two Bluefields.

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When I do brave the elements, I daydream about spring during the entire run. I think about wearing shorts, needing sunglasses, visiting the beach, what I want to plant in my flower bed,  walking in the park, riding bikes and more. Then, my mind wanders to what I want to eat for breakfast — warm oatmeal with bananas and a huge mug of hot coffee. I pass the rest of the time watching Bluefield slowly wake up. The buses roll down the road. Parents and their children stand on the corner, shivering in the cold. The early morning risers dart outside for the paper. They are used to seeing me run past, a few wave before the door shuts out the cold morning air. I run faster during the last mile. My body is warm, but my face is cold from the wind. I need coffee. I think about treadmills and spring one last time before I step into our cozy house.

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A few days later, I felt spring. The sun warmed my arms and legs. I looked down and saw my legs instead of thick running tights. I felt lighter without the gloves, hat and jacket. Sweat dripped in my eyes. I wiped it away, trying to remember the last time I felt the sensation. October maybe? This time, the city of Bluefield was alive. Residents were cleaning their car, washing off salt and dirt from the recent storm. I heard children’s laughter and dogs barking with excitement. I passed walkers and runners on every street. It was odd, I thought. I could see the collision of two seasons. A winter landscape — snow still clung in the shadows — filled with the promise of spring.

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