Usually we have a white Christmas. The best gift I received on Christmas was the weather: a tropical-feeling 6 degrees. Since returning to Canada, my training had relocated inside so six degrees felt like a formal invitation from Mother Nature to go outside and play. With newly unwrapped winter running gear already itching to be worn, I covered up, laced up and didn’t look back once at the treadmill. Christmas where I’m from is usually on the backdrop of a winter wonderland.