Before the snow yesterday I went out and ran 3 miles very early with Massoman. The original plan was to run 5 but it was cold and I was underdressed. For some reason I thought it was going to be 57 and by the time I arrived my car said 41 degrees, so showed up in shorts and a long-sleeved shirt. Massoman let me borrow one of his weatherproof jackets, but Massoman is 7 feet tall and the jacket went down to my knees and filled up air while I was running. My shadow looked like a giant barrel with legs. Despite that, it was a great run 29:44 putting me just under a 10-minute mile.
After my 3-mile run I went to a Pilates class that proceeded to kick my ass. Actually, kick my abs is more like it. It was so hard and I hate to admit it, but I don’t have abs, I was born with out them. Just kidding, but reckon my abs are the weakest part of my body.
Okay, this was terribly written, but I wrote this after a glass a wine or two . . . and I deserved it.