I woke up this morning to record low temperatures… a chilly 60 degrees at 6:30 a.m.! Considering that I went to college in Vermont and spent the first part of my life in Massachusetts, this didn’t really bother me too much. It actually felt great! I did run my typical 4-miler in a long sleeve shirt though.
What a sissy I have become in my six years in Atlanta.
One mental note: I didn’t have any energy bars in the house this morning and discovered that I really need to eat something before I run. It wasn’t a big issue, but I just didn’t feel as strong as usual going up the hills in my ‘hood.
In a related thought, after watching the Tour de France for the past two weeks, I REALLY want to get myself a bike again. I had a nice Specialized road bike in HS/College and now regret selling it.
My town is a big cycling town and everyday I run/drive past cyslists and find myself becoming jealous of their rides. Some day… some day.