I’ve complained about running almost my whole life, but now I’m getting addicted to it. I started running in March while I was home for a few weeks in Colorado, and I had my most fun run when I got caught in a white out blizzard after I left the house on a bluebird spring day. I’ve never enjoyed running all that much before, but I guess dramatic weather makes it way more interesting. And now that I’m back in Norway, I get to run on some really gorgeous trails that are surrounded by thick forests and carpets of lush green moss. The snow is melting and the ground is sopping wet, so every time I go out I have a valid excuse to play in the mud.
