The first week of March is in the books, and a beautiful week it was. It may have only been in the low to mid-30s, but we had more sun in the last week then the last 4 months put together. The snow is melting, the winds are mostly calm--can spring be far behind? (well, yes it could; we're in Buffalo after all!) Mom must be the good luck charm, bringing the sun from Arizona. She left yesterday; hope the weather gods haven't figured that out.
It was so nice this morning, Bob and I decided to run on the paths along Ellicott Creek and the Niagara River. Not many people out, so it was a nice run. It was nice to be able to do the weekend run together again. It was Bob's first time on the roads since November (he goes on the treadmill through the winter--for good reason).
There was a similarly sunny and nice March day exactly 7 years ago. It was the week of my very first chemo (March 4, 2003--Lauren's 19th birthday--hard to forget). That weekend, I was walking on the path while Bob went to run. I had it timed so we would finish together. I finished and waited and waited and waited. Finally a policeman came and told me Bob was on his way to the hospital. He'd slipped on the ice and broke 3 bones in his ankle. It was a very remote part of the path; luckily someone across the creek finally saw him. After all the screws and plate, it's amazing he is even contemplating the marathon in June. Today, we went on a sunnier part of the path so it was down to pavement. No problems!
Busy week coming up, but I have to fit in a 17 miler.
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