I do, I really hate winters. My soul belongs in the Southwest, but for whatever reason, my body is living in the Northeast.

But as a runner, I love winter running.

Maybe it’s the purity of the snow covered landscape. The clean white blanketing everything.

Maybe it’s that everything is a little quieter. Sometimes eerily so, save for my crunching steps and the peeps of birds.

Maybe it’s that I feel a little bit tougher than the average guy or girl. Not many of us are out there on a Saturday morning, when it’s 15 degrees and the wind is howling. I kind of like throwing on the gear and heading out for a run, just to feel like a tough guy.

Maybe it’s that I feel a bit more lonely on a winter run - and that’s OK, given we’re now a 24/7 society - with more noise, interruptions and distractions than we know what to do with.

Maybe it’s the crispness of the air. So refreshing and cool.

Maybe it’s the cover up, the extra clothes I wear - before the shedding of Spring. When there is the freedom and joy of running in nothing but a pair of shorts.

Maybe it’s the slower pace. The calm before the storm of summer running.

Maybe it’s the mere fact that I am outside - something we do much less of during the winter months.

Maybe it’s my only chance to play in the sun. Or even see it.

I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe it’s all of those things. Perhaps more.

Why do you like winter running?

I’d love to hear your stories.