...over the sound of my chattering teeth!
Holy crap it was cold tonight!
I know I've hit the point in my addiction that I cant quit so I have to keep running even in ridiculous temps! Luckily I have a treadmill in the garage so I don't have to put up with the cold every night.
However, since I do have an enabler, she makes it so I dont have to dress like an Eskimo to run. Her most recent purchase was something called a balaclava, a.k.a. a ski mask. So now I have enough thin layered gear to keep me completely covered except my eyes.
Really all it does is make me look like a fat wheezing burgler.
I'll leave that as your mental pic for the night.
3.01 miles, 30.43.
Later
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