Largely because I’m wearing the fabulous bespoke green lopi socks that @jackieLbrewer knit for me (under down-filled booties), I am not cold.
After Steven suggested that hanging out near a fireplace would help with SAD I hunted all over Champaign-Urbana, but somehow it never occurred to me that there’s a fireplace right in the Winfield Village community room!
Jackie and I carried the laundry over to the laundromat at dawn, and I got this picture on the way back.
“I’m finally warm!” I say, checking the clock to see that the indoor temperature has… exceeded 74°F. “Oh.”
Started raining while I was in the bank, but my flat cap did the trick. Now luxuriating with a Divine Hammer DIPA while I wait for the other Esperantists to arrive.
I’m having a strong beer while @jackieLbrewer has to make do with a weak beer, because I have a Y chromosome, which somehow means I can metabolize twice as much alcohol?
Great run! My sore foot didn’t hurt until I was just a few steps from home. My knee didn’t hurt at all. My heart rate held exactly where I wanted it.
After the Rattlesnake Master 10k I came down with either a very nasty cold or else a moderately nasty case of the flu. Whatever virus it was, it had me pretty much down for the count for a solid week. Today was the first day in almost two weeks I felt up to a run.
Enjoying a U of IPA in front of the fireplace at Houlihan’s. (Based on @limako’s advice for fighting seasonal depression.)
Picked up my race number and pinned it to my sweatshirt for tomorrow’s race.