For runners, winter can be a challenge. Running in extreme elements is not for the faint of heart. However, it is a less-traveled road with hidden rewards. I first picked up running in Toronto, Canada during the winter months on the Toronto Lakeshore trail.
The Lakeshore trail is bustling with activity and tourists throughout the warmer months. Every summer it's packed with runners and bikers and rollerbladers. But in winter it's nothing more than a long stretch of cold harsh Canada. Nobody walks on it. Nobody picnics there.
I ran the Lakeshore almost every day for an entire winter season and I never saw another soul. Such solitude in the heart of an enormous city is unparalleled. I owned that trail.
There's not enough said about winter running. Running in the winter is like not giving up when the road gets hard. It's about willpower and perseverance and being faithful to your sport. Loving your path even when it's ugly.
Yes, it's cold. Unforgivably cold. The cold is what makes it good. Like a coach that keeps you moving. You run because if you walk, you will freeze. It tests your limits. Makes you a hero. Only the strong can tread here.
There's an intimacy in winter running brought about by the rawness of the season. Trees stand naked. Every crack on the road lies exposed. Every flaw on the trail is accentuated. Winter running taught me to see my own flaws in a different light. Not perfect, but beautiful nonetheless.
There's also a softer side. A sense of reciprocated affection from the elements. Like trust built over time. The winds that once only beat against you in defiance suddenly turn in mercy to push you on when you're wearing thin. The sun's glare that once blurred your vision shifts generously to warm your face. You raise your eyes to scenery so motivational in its brilliance that you struggle to later describe it. And then the moment has passed.
The sights you see in the winter don't exist in other people's memories. The lake still as glass. The sun's reflecting hues of orange and red bouncing off intertwining ice sheets. They don't appear on Flickr. You won't see them in countless tourist photos or on your co-worker's computer desktop. There's a quiet beauty here that nobody else sees. The piercing winds dare you to even look up. It's nature's secret.
I imagine that years from now I will think back on these moments and remember why I run. I imagine that in that final stretch of my next spring race, when my legs are burning and my chest is heaving, I'll think of those cold winds on my face. And I'll push forward.
Winter is here. So get out there and run.Sign up for your next race.
Vanessa Rodriguez is a Registered Holistic Nutritionist, an ultra-endurance athlete, and an online editor for Active.com.