Running in March in Central Oregon

After that last blog I thought we all could use a good laugh.  Last week, one day after work, I decided to go for a run.  I put my ear buds in, grabbed my dog and set off.  I was running at a good pace, the sun was shining and my body felt good.  I was starting to think I should run by myself all the time.  No pressure to keep up with anyone.  No pressure to make sure you don't look like a wimp.  Just out there enjoying nature.  After about a mile and a half, I heard, through the music in my ears, a swoosh.  I looked up and the big pine trees above me were swaying back and forth.  I looked to my left and there was a wall of snow headed straight for us.  Within seconds we were covered in snow.  I kept running and am sure there were times I was going no where.  The wind was blowing so fast and hard.  I felt like I was in the middle of a blizzard.  My dog looked up at me like what are we doing out here.  Don't you know I'm a house dog?!?  Once we got near the street I saw my husband pulling up in the car.  When I saw him I got mad!  Not that he had come to find me, that was very sweet, but that my perfect run was ruined!  I told him to take the dog I was finishing my run.  His eyes got very big and he said, "Are you sure?  Ya know, I wouldn't even run in this?"  I said, "I know, but I'm finishing."  Sometimes my stubborness doesn't work for me.  As he pulled away he rolled down the window of the car and yelled, "You know this is crazy."  I smiled and said, "Yes!"  The picture you see is what I looked like by the time I got home.  I think it took a half an hour for me to feel my face and hands again.  That's what I get for thinking I could go outside to run in March in Central Oregon.  Ha!