Mustered up 5 miles last night in the dark. There was a slight rain, and it was cold, and I wore shorts. A friend of mine insist that I wear shorts during the marathon this weekend so I was experimenting. The starting tempurature is expected to be 27 degrees. I hate running in the cold. I mean - I love cold weather running. It's so invigorating and impressive. It's really, really neat. And I enjoy it.
So, yes, shorts. I bought some compression calf things, usually reserved for triathlon, but they did provide a little additional warmth last night. I'm going to start out with hat and gloves, two layers up top, and shorts. I'll lose things as I heat up. Hopefully no rain. My lower left back is in a knot. Not sure yet how far I need to take that excuse for poor performance...just thought I'd keep it alive for the post-marathon entry.
I haven't been in the water all week. I haven't been on my bike in weeks, sadly. Not much athletic to write about. I finished The Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller last night. It was pretty racy. And interesting. I don't think I could deal with the lice or bed bugs of Paris in the 1930's. Henre sure could though.
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