There's a woman who lives in my neighborhood.
Almost every day.
Pushing that jogging stroller with a little one in tow.
She runs in the heat of summer, child shielded from the sun with water bottle in hand.
She runs in the cold of winter, child bundled warm and toasty enjoying the ride.
Yesterday, as I drove home, annoyed that I got soaked during the 20 feet I had to run from my car to the store, I saw her running yet again.
It. Was. Pouring.
And there she was.
The jogging stroller was decked out with one of those super deluxe water-proof coverings that you would only buy if you live (and run) in the Pacific Northwest.
As for the woman, not only was she running, she was smiling.
I'll admit, my first thought was, "she's nuts." But then, it hit me.
She has run with the seasons.
She has adjusted.
She has embraced.
She doesn't wait for the weather to be perfect -
for sunnier days, with light winds and intermittent puffy white clouds.
She is running - with a smile on her face.
I love that.
And while I may not be joining her on her daily runs anytime soon, I will run my own race. Today, tomorrow and every day after that. And that alone is reason enough to put a smile on my face.
Through rain and shine,