Running on a frosty morning is a tricky business. The ground is not very forgiving and the grass is hard; given that 7 times the body weight effectively goes through the feet, springiness is a factor!
I liked my run today but it is always hard stuff - the legs and lungs and heart feel great but it is some freeze assed chillin' shit (as Jules says in Pulp Fiction) on your nose and cheeks. It would be rewarding and easy to go on but your face just freezes up and your cheeks fall off!
I said hello to Walshy's old house when I ran past it.
We like the weekend - zero need for responsibility!
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