We have been enjoying quite a bit of unseasonably warm weather here in Chicago for September and October -- what we used to call “Indian summer” when I was a little girl. So one morning last week when it was 36 degrees as I headed out to run, it took me by surprise. I tried to wiggle my schedule around to avoid running in the cold morning air, but it was a packed day. I dreaded going out. I donned two shirts, my capri running pants, pulled my cuffs over my hands, and ….ooohhh, it wasn’t so bad. The sun was shining, the sky was blue as the sea, I saw a little girl with fuzzy tights walking with her mom, the sidewalks covered in gold leaves… what exactly was I dreading? It was a glorious morning. And I almost missed it.
And it made me wonder how many other things I miss because it MIGHT be uncomfortable or inconvenient or something I have never done before.