Unfortunately what I did tonight was more like a crookedy shuffle-hobble than a run. The looks on the faces of frigid New Yorkers when you blow past them is nice. And they're right. I'm crazy. But now that I'm getting feeling back in my legs, and the new-pant chafe is shifting from tingle to burn, I'm just not feeling that stoked on Winter.
There. I'm just like you. Whiny.
Why do you people have to complain all the time? And why's it so damn cold?
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I am proud of you for doing it. Me, I made the frigid cold (and my cold) an excuse not to run today. You see, if my lungs become frostbitten, my legs may not get enough oxygen and need to be amputated.
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