Sometimes I am an envious person. I read so many blogs and look at all the great pics of places where you run - mountain trails, seaside boardwalks, canopied forests. Absolutely beautiful! I live in a part of MN where the greatest distinction of landscapes is where soybean fields turn to cornfields. But just when I start to feel whiny something happens - a season changes and I remember how lucky I am to be a runner in the Midwest. I get to experience the first growth of green in the spring, the oppressive heat of summer that soaks you in perspiration and celebration, the explosion of color when the leaves of autumn begin to fall. And best of all, I get to run inside a snowglobe.