OK. Hi. Its 4 degrees outside. I am not exaggerating. It's really, truly 4 degrees. It was 2 degrees at 6:00 a.m. Luckily Marsha talked me into going to the BYU track. I have never run around a track, except in X-country in high school. I don't like to do any kind of exercise that requires me to get in my car to go somewhere to do it. I hate the gym, I am allergic to chlorine, I prefer to avoid sweaty people I don't know, it uses gas and takes precious time I do not have. Even the smallest impediment (like having to drive somewhere to exercise) will stop me from doing it. Which is why I live where I live. If I couldn't walk out my door and be on the river trail in 15-30 seconds, I don't know if running would appeal to me, and I am not running down a city street to breath exhaust. So anyway, Marsha offered to drive us. It was like getting chauffeured! I walked out my door, got into the car, she delivered me to the track, and then took me home. I offered to drive, but she has to drop her daughter off at swim practice anyway. How lucky is that? The track, by the way, is like magic. While it's boring to run in a circle over and over again (there are a few interesting things to look at, mostly the young handsome group of ROTC and the pictures of the past 20 years of BYU track stars), the track is made of rubber or something. 5 miles was like a walk in the park. It left my legs and hips feeling like new. I mean NOTHING hurt or ached at all afterwards. All this running in sub-teen temps leaves me feeling like I'm 90 years old, arthritic and brittle. Hooray for the track! At least for today. | 