I could have easily justified not running this morning. The temperature was below 20, which is my cut off. Heck, the windchill made it closer to thirty.
But I sucked it up and went. Even when the buckle on my water bottle belt broke. Because this is my last chance before I go off to Florida, missing the next two Sundays. And I want to see if my friends recognize me after all this time away. The one person I saw took awhile before he clued in. I’ll go to brunch now and see if the rest of them take as long.
Now that my legs are warming up again, they are feeling really itchy. I haven’t that happen in a long time.