18 degrees at track this morning. Broke out the bike gloves, but still not cold enough for the balaclava. I'm sure I'll have plenty of opportunity in the next few months. My legs were still hurting from the weekend's run (calves from the uphills, quads from braking on the downhills) so I just did an easy five mile run.
I'm listening to Jane Austen's Northanger Abbey and I've just about had it with Catherine Moreland. What a twit. I'll persevere though. Austen is still da bomb, even if she does use the word "anxiousness" instead of anxiety.
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