Break out the bikinis

Stepped outside yesterday morning to start the cars and instantly sensed the warmer temperature. Amazing the difference between -15 and -4.
By 2 p.m., it was -2. This was as good as it was going to get.
Ann and I headed out for a run. It would be short. Nothing spectacular.
The soft, light snow that had been falling all day ceased. The clouds parted and let a hint of sun and pale blue sky peak through.
We chugged along, Ann with screws in her soles and me with trail shoes, trying to find traction on the snow-covered ice. We caught up after two days apart and settled into the rhythm of the run.
To me, the movement felt like a Herculean effort. Ann, though, was her usual bouncy self. We didn't cover much terrain, nor did we go very fast. Maybe 2.5 miles in 20 minutes.
Still, it was time and distance well spent, particularly after the blizzard on Sunday followed by no school on Monday.
The fresh air cleared out the mind and flushed a few toxins from the body.
A woman can take only so many days holed up in the house, hours on end, with her kids and husband.