I used to love winter running. Snow? Ice? Cold? Twelve mile race in actual blizzard? Bring it on. But one November run in Michigan without a windproof jacket and I was too cold to run again for the rest of the weekend. The shame, it burns!
Tuesday Miles: 2-3, 4 with walking. LC and I learned this morning that the effort of a 4 mile run is not something our bodies take kindly to after a long weekend of turkey, pie, and travelling.
We walked past a guy by the side of the path just past the Mopac Bridge who was just sort of standing there with and exercise ball and weighted bar. I enjoyed imagining he was some kind of exercise dealer, trolling for clients on Town Lake. Sadly, he did not say "hey baby, looking for an ab workout" as we went by.
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