Guess what! I just went running and IT'S TWENTY-SEVEN DEGREES OUTSIDE. Brrr! This may seem downright toasty to hearty people like Paul Greci, but to me it is dang cold. By the way, the thought of Paul's post when I was considering skipping my run was one of the motivating factors that got my butt out the door. (Thanks, Paul!) I also knew how much better I'd feel after the fact since I'll be sitting all day. The final push: my buddy Debra and I are running later this week, and I don't want to be a slacker and not be able to keep up. I'll show you a picture of Debra and me from last summer.
Don't we look warm?
I have to confess here that I only run two miles. It's what I ran five years ago and what I plan to run five years from now. While my husband and Debra sometimes train for distance runs, I'm totally satisfied with two miles. This may make my running feat today seem less amazing, but don't let it. I'm totally feeling full of myself, and I don't want anyone to burst my bubble. Did I mention the thermometer said it was just over twenty-four when I got home? It did. And I'm feeling cool (in more ways than one).
Now I'm ready to edit chapters and leap tall lattes at a single bound.
Leave a comment if you'd like to tell me how brave I am, facing the cold the way I did. If you don't think it was a big deal, I guess it's okay if you comment anyway. ;) Okay, I'm teasing. Kind of.