Today's Plan: run as far as possible
32 degrees this morning. Am I the only one impressed that I still went out? I generally am not a cold weather girl. My mom would ride in a snow storm. I tend to give up riding as soon as it feels chilly. Now I am wondering what will be my breaking point for running. Will 25 degrees be OK but 23 too cold? I couldn't see my breath this morning, and after the first half mile I certainly wasn't cold. But I did wear layers and gloves. I made it 5.64 miles, which felt pretty good. Got home and had a whole wheat bagel with my sister in law's fresh raspberry jam. That was incredible. I had spent a good part of my run thinking about breakfast. I never eat before I go out, and sometimes all I can think about is getting home and eating my breakfast.
The sun warmed up nicely and I shed layers as I spent several hours preparing an area for our wood shed with my husband. Then we had to drag the wood shed--which was an ice fishing shack and then became the shed holding tools out back--in from the back field. That was an adrenaline filled ride. He pulled it with the tractor and my job was to make sure it didn't roll as we moved it along the hill. If it had rolled it would likely have taken the tractor and the husband with it, so no pressure there! Sometimes it is amazing what the two of us can accomplish. After getting it in place (without TOO much excitement) he went to help the neighbor and I get to watch the game. So glad it is an afternoon game, I have yet to make it through an evening game. Now if only the refs would make the right calls!
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