The Day after Thanksgiving
My legs did not feel nice at the start of my run today. The race yesterday took more out of me than I think I realized. But slow going I OK. There's no rush. Pace is just a word. Anyway I know the first mile is always a bit jaunty after a hard run the day before. I stayed on my feet and took my time getting limbered up. Fired up a podcast about a new document that came out of the Vatican and put one foot in front of the other. The cold felt tolerable until I made the turn for home. Heading west the full. Force of the cold chill smacked. È in the face. I'm glad to have a beard, but would have liked to have a little more face covering. Ah well, there's no way around the discomfort. Just through it. And then when there was the turn off on the Olson path I decided to go one more mile. I figured at this point I might as well. At home obviously the family was still asleep. I cleaned up and made a place for myself to lay down in the sofa. I've master the formula for falling b...