It's amazing how quickly your body can get used to warm weather. Despite months of freezing temperatures and a long spell of sub-zeros, two days in the 60s has meekened my mettle.
Instead of hammering away on the pavement, I have elected to clawhammer away on my banjo. Instead of running shoes on my feet, I have been running plays on Tecmo Bowl Kickoff.
My mileage might be suffering, but at least Cleveland is having a winning season. So far.
Wherein, you know, I talk back.
Ms. V. saw someone imitating me last weekend: "We did the Davis 5K, and when we were parking, this guy was doing a Viper Snot Rocket."
Answer: I hope, for your sake, you don't mean this Viper Snot Rocket.
TFH approves of my poetic run: "That sounds considerably more pleasant than getting trapped in a T.S. Eliot poem. Better Leaves of Grass than Wasteland."
Answer: Agreed. Been there, done that.
Happy Hour cannot arrive soon enough! Defile yourselves this weekend, teammates. You deserve it. Run well and drink well.