Friday, November 3

Out in the cold

Last night was my first official cold run of the season, and I loved it. I don't know why, but there is something particularly bad-ass about running in a shirt and pants when all around you are in coats. Also, seeing your breath puff out before you as you run is satisfying, like some sort of physical proof of your exertion. Or your insanity. Bygones.

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