I just ran a local 5K, and about froze my toes off, literally. It's really not warm out, you guys. I kind of hate 5K races, but this one wasn't too bad. The course ran through the park along the lake, which is decorated with lights for the holidays. So it was pretty. And that's all that matters.
My toes, however, were pissed. They're still not speaking to me.
It felt good to get a decent, fast-paced run in for a change. I wish I could do it more often, but I find it impossible to run fast by myself. And it's nearly impossible for me to get my ass outside in this cold to run as it is.
So, that's done. Perhaps I'll try a longer run tomorrow. We'll see what the Weather Channel has to say.