Cold

My brain is playing games with me. It is trying to convince me that it is too cold to run: 22f and no wind, cold but not miserable. Wimpy brain really just doesn’t want to run intervals.

There, now that I’ve said that aloud, thrown duct tape across the whining mouth of my brain, and eaten a banana, I’m heading out the door.

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