Before we moved to Zurich, John and I were regular gym members, and enjoyed the security of being able to exercise despite the what the weather had in store for us on any given day. While we were planning our move here, we checked out gym prices and decided it was way too expensive, and our money was better spent elsewhere. Next step, start running again, walk everywhere (easy with no car!) and figure out how to exercise at home.
Running was going fine until winter started and snow started falling. It's proving to be difficult to run in the snow and below freezing temperatures. We are still running, but it takes 2-3 pairs of pants, 3 shirts, gloves and a head wrap. Some days I think I'm pretty tough, other days, I think I'm extremely foolish and would be much better off staying home drinking hot chocolate.
I wake up early to run, and rarely see other runners out, but I do pass commuters on their way to work. There is no smiling while passing your neighbor, no friendly hello's, you just pass by others on the sidewalk and pretend they don't exist. I have grown accustom to this pedestrian culture, so naturally I was perplexed yesterday morning on my run when this happened.....
It had snowed the night before, and I beat the plows out the following morning. The sidewalks were a mess - filled with snow, slick, slushy, terrible for running. But I was already out, and I am too stubborn to go back home, so I kept running (foolish, I know, I just can't help myself.) That particular morning, I got 'nods' from all the men I ran past. Kind of a, 'hey, nice work' type of nod. Then, I ran past a gentleman around the age of 70 or 75, and he literally cheered me on! He had a huge smile on his face, shook his fist in the air, and said 'Yeah' and some other encouragement in SwissGerman. I waved, smiled and continued on my merry way. I couldn't resist writing this up, because it isn't very often that I have a positive Swiss encounter on the street.