Dang. Who sent winter the invitation? This morning's weather featured frigid wind blowing needles.
And who was the wise guy who went running in the gloaming of dawn in brutal 23 degrees? Moi. (Any excuse to break out the spandex).
I'm having a difficult time determining whether that means I'm conscientious, masochistic, or narcissistic.
And who was the wise guy who went running in the gloaming of dawn in brutal 23 degrees? Moi. (Any excuse to break out the spandex).
I'm having a difficult time determining whether that means I'm conscientious, masochistic, or narcissistic.