Monday, November 23, 2009

LOG: 3.2 Miles

This morning I woke up and had this conversation with the weather:

ME - You're cloudy, chilly, and downright nasty.
Weather - I know. And I'm in the low-40s too. Stay in bed. Don't move! Curl up and fade away.
ME - I don't think so.
Weather - What you mean?
ME - Your tricks won't work on me, buster!
Weather - Uh-oh! Here he goes again!

15 minutes later I was out in my running shoes, banging the pavement. 40 minutes later I was back home, ready for that warm cup of tea and toasted bread with jelly.

The world is fine again.

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