It was with this thought that I bundled up and went running on my favorite trail with my peeps this morning. As I drove Deidre to the meet up point, I said, "Hey, this is going to be great! It's forty degrees warmer this week than it was two weeks ago! How about that?" Deidre was not impressed, since that meant we were still going to run in twenty-degree weather. Honestly, I was dreading this run because I could see that the roads were crappy, and I couldn't tell which clothes to wear. Note to self: When it is snowing, you do NOT need to wear your puffy running jacket. You will be TOO WARM.
When we got started, I felt great, and I took off. Boom!
This is EXACTLY how I look when I take off quickly on the trail. These are my running peeps with me. |
This is EXACTLY how I look when I stop running and get cold on the trail. The S is for Stephani, of course. |
On a side note, Suegene confirmed my deepest suspicion about myself as a runner: I am not truly a runner until I can blow snot rockets. It is true, and alas, I am still not there. I carry tissues. I am an impostor.
I have set myself up for a great week, and the week will be much better when I find that damned groundhog and KILL IT.
Tell the truth: Can you blow snot rockets?
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