So . . . I woke up this AM, intent on going for a run -- the howling wind notwithstanding -- and I headed downstairs to check the temperature before gearing up.
You now see what I saw. I found my weather limit to heading out, and bailed. Bitter cold and still -- I'll run. Windy and teens -- I'll run. Two degrees Fahrenheit and 40 MPH gusts -- time to put on the coffee and oatmeal, and hope I can make up the run another day.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Cruel March
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