It's been nice to see a steady upswing in mileage on my running log this month, but it would be nicer to see an upswing in temperatures.
A local trail guy is organizing a treadmill race because even he can't stand the cold anymore. If I could run with a warming pan in my tights, I would. We've been stuck in the teens and just got blasted with another few inches of snow. And hell, it's not even February yet.
Even though she wants to kill me, the Enthusiast has been a trooper in the early going of training for the half marathon. Despite the cold and possibly coming down with a cold, she refuses to skip a run. I hope we get some reprieve from this wicked winter. It'd be nice to drop a layer or two without worrying about frostbite.
Wherein we look at our spending habits with cold indifference
Barefootjosh thinks I should make it right with my feet and keep on buying stuff: "Since you're all Mr. Big Spender now, I feel comfortable suggesting you would like the soon-to-be-out Merrell shoes. Don't need toe socks for them."
Answer: A crummy commercial? Son of a bitch.
Matty B. hopes his new purchase fits him better than my toe socks: "GOT MYSELF A BANJO!!!!!!! Thank you for all the inspiration!"
Answer: I sincerely apologize to those you live with and your neighbors.
B.o.B. says cold temperatures show her rigor mortis-like inflexibility: "30 degrees is warm? God bless you my friend. I wouldn't survive."
Answer: You should see our 10-day forecast. The closest it'll be to that warm again won't be until Tuesday, when it's supposed to be 27 degrees. Thankfully, we have ways of staying warm.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!