5:00AM
Three degrees.
Negative twelve degrees with the windchill.
Too many clothes on.
Somehow sweat froze on the outside of my stocking hat.
Three miles.
Sucked in air during a couple of wind gusts and felt like my lungs were on fire. "Cold" feels "Hot" at times.
I could have kept going this morning.
Like an idiot I didn't tie my shoes tight enough so I had to tie them halfway through my run. While doing it, my Ipod got exposed to the cold and instantly the battery went dead. I carry my Ipod inside my glove so that
it rubs against my hands and the heat keeps it charged.
I am going to Chicago tomorrow so I will not be able to run.
I am going to run 9 miles on Sunday.
I am alive.
Someone asked me today how long I am going to run . . . .until I no longer can.
This is it . . .
