Morning "Serious Cyclist" spin class kicked me in this morning. Amy's torture (I do love it) was made more difficult as I hadn't spun for 2 weeks and my lingering cough was in full swing. After work I was ready to run after a few delays like Eric stopping by to pick up his Xmas gift and taking care of the dogs. With the temps in the low 20's, I wanted to try out a new thermal shirt. Laced up, I headed out the door with the smart phone but no active apps. The route would be the Marcominimum to the Flossmoor Library and back. The stop watch on my wrist was not pressed either. After shuffling down my street of ice (my wife threatened to call the village and complain) I picked up the pace as I turned the corner on Tarpon. Running "naked" let me just move and enjoying moving in what has become a runner's body was simple pleasure. Even 10 lbs ago, it was not so easy to run. 2 winters ago I was 20 lbs heavier and ran (shuffled) through the winter. Tonight just glided along as I turned my attention to what was around me like beautifully lit holiday decorations.
That's it, 3.2 miles (because it's been measured many times before) in an unknown time.