I love warm sunsets and beach runs, but a "snow run" is beautiful in its own way. As you run on a jet-black asphalt trail that cuts through a vast unending stretch of pristine white snow, along a babbling brook with sheets of ice drifting on it like tiny glaciers, to the sound of wind howling, the dog panting, the icy chill of cold air on your face, it's a great feeling! It's amazingly head-clearing, grounding, and mood-lifting.

A snow run is beautiful, not despite of, but because of the harshness and the cold. It gives you a sense that you can not only conquer the elements ,but dare I say enjoy them. A sense that you can embrace the metaphorical and literal "winters of your life", happily with open arms.