Winter, I owe you an apology. I’ve said some mean-spirited things about you behind your back…wishing that you would just go away and leave me alone. I called you cold-hearted when, in reality, you’re not. Just a little cold. This became abundantly clear as I tried to breathe normally and keep the sweat from streaming/stinging into my eyes this afternoon. What I didn’t see before is all that you did to help me run. It’s not your fault if most of my winter running clothes don’t fit and I’m too cheap to buy more. You don’t control daylight saving time. Please accept this runner’s humble and sincere apology. I’ll try to be more grateful and treat you with more courtesy the next time we meet. I’ll see you next year.