I tied my sneakers and turned on my music, determined to actually get some exercise. I was disappointed in how little I’d gotten for several days, despite how important it was to stay healthy this late in the pregnancy.
Every day I had an excuse: my back was aching, it was raining, I’d slept in and was too hungry to run.
But not this day, I vowed! I was going to run the quiet streets of Istanbul, rain or shine. Nothing could stop me!
I opened the door, ready to conquer the world.
And stood there, staring, trying to process what I was seeing.
The cobblestone road in front of our apartment was covered in several inches of fluffy snow.
“It snows in Turkey?” I asked myself.
Based on the grown men throwing snowballs at each other and the taxi sliding precariously along the street, I figured the answer was–usually–no.
I took a few pictures with my phone and headed back inside to make hot chocolate.
Exercise could wait for another day.