Rough

I recently got up at 6:30 am to go running before work.  I say that with great confusion because if you had asked me not too long ago I would have been quite adamant that such a statement is the sort of thing uttered only by people with whom I have nothing in common.  Weirdos, if you will.  People with no comprehension of how warm beds are and how amazing sleep is.  But I did it.  I got up, put on my running clothes, stepped outside, got smacked in the face with 27 degree air, went back in, got a scarf, went back out, drove to the track.

 

There was no one else there.  A sign you're doing something crazy and should go home immediately.



Running is supposed to make you prettier, but running caused me to go out in public looking like this.

 

Where is the sense in that, I ask you.