Out Cold

This morning was one I dreaded waking up more than ever. Not because I had to get up extra early, or because it seems to be darker each morning. I dreaded it because I knew how low the temperatures were going to dip during the night. I felt a loathing for having to bundle up to take Shea out for a nice little run.

However, since I am tough and dedicated to my boy, I did it. The snot in my nose froze up, my fingers froze through my two layers of gloves, and Shea had icicles hanging from his face, but we still went out. I did because, really, Shea doesn't understand that it is not nice out. He just wants to go out. And even with his bowels of steel, the boy needs to go to bathroom every once in a while! The whole time we were out there, I kept telling myself that it could be worse. It could be much worse. I could be in New York, where I got this photo text from a friend:

The -12 on the dashboard made me feel a little better about the +6 degrees I was running in. Since the temperature rose steadily, here (not in NY), throughout the day, our run this evening was not bad at all. We were certainly out there long enough to knock the Big Guy out cold now!