Running in the Arctic

It's 29.5° outside and I'm about to go running. Even though it is a balmy 29.5° outside, when I open my back door to potty my dogs, it feels fucking freezing. Even more fucking freezing than usual (even at 5:30 a.m. when I normally run).

I shall post all about how fabulous it was when I return and my fingers defrost.

You lucky bastards.

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