Sorry, Toots, I’ll take -30° with the wind chill any day over the up and down and craziness you have to deal with. I don’t know if I could deal with not ever needing to own anything with goose down in it. I don’t understand a world that exists in which my nostril hairs don’t freeze when I walk outside. Yeah, I used to live there, but I don’t remember how I coped. My hair was never meant to be that big. Really. (For our kind readers, you should know that in Toot’s passport photo, her hair exceeds the photo borders.) So, today was Tucker’s day, and we ran f*&k-all fast, as usual. Surprisingly…not really…there was NO ONE out except for a man who was about to go skijoiring with his husky on the lake, and a man with about 5 dogs. Yes, they took up the whole path, and yes, getting past them was a mini-fiasco in itself. Had a fantabulous run, and I’m glad to be living in a land that occasionally turns into a frozen, uninhabitable tundra. The air sure does feel clean up here.
Tell me about it!!! In one week alone I have run in just about every type of running apparel at one time or another. Pants, rain gear, shorts, long sleeve running tee, short sleeve running tee, ear warmers, sleeveless running tee, visor, wind jacket, gloves…did I already mention my closet is a mess?
Oh yeah, about the hair…oh nevermind…if you know me, then you know the hair.