Winter Running.

While in Denver over Christmas we went to an Eddie Bauer store that was going out of business. As an early birthday present, my mother-in-law bought me a pair of spiffy fleece-lined exercise pants. (They were the only pants in the store that fit me right. I’m never shopping there again. Kohl’s is still my friend.)

So today I had my very first adventure with winter running. The ground outside is still covered in snow, but the sidewalks are relatively ice-free. I figured if I hated it, I’d never have to do it again.

I didn’t hate it. I did fine, actually. The air was very, very cold, but I could breathe just fine. Next time I’m going to wear gloves and a hat, but besides my hands and ears I stayed warm. And I actually exercised, which is a winter rarity for me. I’ll have to make a point of going regularly. I have a feeling this will be a better winter if I get out and run in it more.

Between the accounting and the running and the first-day-back-ing, my body is now done. I’m going to lie down in the hopes of recovering enough to not be a vegetable all evening.