7:00 AM: 44F, fog, steady rain. Objective: easy. Man of the hour: Jefferey. I was less than two miles into my run when I had the pleasure of seeing him at one of the drinking fountains. He was soaked through and had been bitten by one of the extendable leash dogs in the neighborhood just minutes earlier. What a warrior! Jeff, I know you have that treadmill option, but I'm so glad you were out on the streets anyway and I hope it pays off big time in fitness and, um, mental fortitude. :) We are all drawing up plans for building our arks here in the Northwest. The rain has been relentless the past couple of days. But everything is so green and lovely, not like November rain when one is surrounded by All Things Dead and Dying. And we had fog! (You know my views on fog.) I owe my 9 hours of sleep and the lateness of my run to the sad fact that my husband now has the flu. Daughter has recovered however. And I'm fine. Like the shirts I saw in Eugene said, "It's a great day to be a runner!"
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