The worst part of winter running is the grand amount of laundry I create. This morning was 25 degrees F/overcast for 9 miles with running friend, which alone made 7 layers of laundry. I do not remember a time when I didn’t need base layers under my base layers.
I was having all sorts of bad feels and then a nice old man in short shorts at the public gym told me I was a strong lady. That was the only opinion that mattered.
Can’t lift/gym until 8 tonight. It’s not like I’m counting down the next 12 hours or anything.
Also wishing real hard for a gym buddy today. Accepting applications, please apply.
Just donated 6 old pairs of running shoes. The pile included the Cortanas I ran my first marathon in, so I feel like I should be more sentimental than I am right now. But I’m also feeling wooooo time for new kicks.