Snow over ice. Skates switched out for skis. The runners made some footwear switcheroos today, too.

Last week, I’d run scared. This week, I still cared, but something about the cold, about having to move to keep from freezing, about generating my own heat, comforted me.

I am celebrating January by doing this thing that scares me for four weeks in a row. One down and I’m still breathing.

This year more than ever before, elite athletes who are also moms are proving what women are capable of. I’m tapping into their energy.