Hopefully mine tastes better than yarn.
It was way too cold to go out this morning (six below) and I don't have proper cold weather gear (who ever thought running was SO complicated?!) so I told hubby that when he got home from work I would go then, well lo and behold it was pitch black when he got home.
I was all set to go, I had spent the afternoon stretching, I made sure to only eat three popovers instead of six (I can't run on a full tummy.) Only after hubby pointed out that running in the dark, in the cold, by myself, on ice, was a bad idea did I decide to scrap todays intervals.
Believe you me I am PISSED. This messes EVERYTHING up. I wonder if I have enough warewithall (is that one word? I don't know) to wrap up week three and start week four tomorrow? Hmmmmm...
"believe you me", now that's something I haven't heard in a while. Must be a Minnesota thing. And wherewithall is a word, but has an "h", I think, will have to google it now. And...you can do it!
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