Npr filled my ears, it was 6:20am. There was a very nice story about a guy going on his first ski run of the season. The sound of the snow crunching beneath his feet, and the windless silence of the closed road was very beautiful. I got out of bed and put on my running shoes, my fleece, my cap and gloves. My dad drove me out to the race site. The registration fee was $30 because it was the morning of the race. I ran a 42:50 10k, which is pretty good considering I was just getting over a respiratory infection. We all piled into my dad's car and went over to my brother in law's parents house and had a feast. Huge snow flakes began falling from the sky and we drove home. I'm so thankful for all of this. I'm thankful for you.
I found the story about the guys skiing - Ski Buffs Search for First Snow! Listen here.