Blah. Blart. Yug. Narf. Thus describes my never-ending string of one milers. I am feeling the need for a crazy goal coming on. It doesn't help that the last few days have been a wee bit cold, as expressed by these uber trail runners who live in the same area. -12 degrees + some 30 mph winds + snow getting blown UP into my nose + my exposed skin freezing in under thirty seconds = some short runs.
I'm not sure what the crazy goal will be, but I need something to get me out there running up that stupid hill for more than 1.5 miles...
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I'll stop complaining about our cold snap of 30F.