View out my car window at a stop light this morning (run through Percolator)
Yeegads, it is COLD. I am not a fan.
It's a dry cold, too, which (and I have no idea if I'm alone in this... is it just me?) is miserable because my face and hands and the inside of my nose feel like they're going to crack in half and fall on the floor.
I've been sleeping in a beanie and a sweater over my PJs. I have FIVE quilt layers and a flannel sheet over me. Still cold. I'm hoping this ends soon.
BUT. I went for a run outside this afternoon. The sun was shining and it was a balmy 51 degrees. I figured the time was right. Plus, you know, I could work on my tan.
Tell me why four miles outside feels like a dream, while four miles on the treadmill (at the same "slow and steady" speed) feels like OH MY GOD I AM SURELY ABOUT TO DIE OF BOREDOM?
I don't know either. But I had a nice run. I'm loving my new audio book, Mr. Penumbra's 24 Hour Bookstore because it's a light read, which is just what I needed this week. Haven't written anything, don't feel like my laundry or cooking or homework are under control, but dangit if I didn't run four miles and enjoy my book this afternoon. And I saw a hawk on the grass next to the trail, which has to be some kind of futhark-lovin'-warrior-poet-Beowulf-y good sign. I'm taking it that way, at least.