I love Fridays. No pressure, pure 'ice-cream & cake' miles. I missed running with Sarah this morning. But she's busy at home finishing up the baby for his scheduled October debut. I'll miss our Friday runs, but maybe we can play again sometime in late Winter. So, my kids were out of school and I got to have my beloved morning hours to myself while they slept in. I was joyous as I went out the door but unprepared, however, for how cold it was. By mile 2, I couldn't work my fingers or bend my wrists. (Trying to blow your nose or manouever a VDP with CLAWS instead of fingers is tricky!). I did 4 quick miles, then I had to run inside and try to dial the phone (with those same claws) to make a quick phone call to KSL radio for work. Then I ran back outside for another 2 miles. The cool humidity of the morning reminded me of the Mt. Hood area in Oregon. It's cold like this in that mountain air, even in the summer. I thought of it this morning because of my hands. Every time I try to run in Mt. Hood, I'm always tempted to eat the black and rasberries that grow along the road, but the CLAWS make it hard. I'm gearing up for 24 tommorrow. Wish me luck. I'm pooped. | 