The best part of a morning run in the winter?
Seeing the bright sun coming up!
It felt like the sun stayed low in the sky for a large part of my run, so that early morning gold light was everywhere. I liked it a lot.
In case you were curious, I remembered that the hardest part of a morning run is when your 10-miler passes the neighborhood bakeries and you can smell all of the pastries being churned out for the day ahead. Today I even saw a car drive past me with a boy in the front seat holding a donut!
Luckily, I had potica waiting for me at home. Happy Saturday to you!