Running in the hot, I mean cold

Yesterday Ryan and I headed out to run in shorts and a tshirt, as the weather here felt like summer. Today, quite the opposite. Temperature, 39. No problem. We bundled up appropriately, headed down stairs and out the door. Then, like the scene from Cool Runnings when the Jaimaican bobsledderes arrive in Canada and hurry back in the airport to put on everything in their suitcases, Ryan and I hustled back upstairs to add a few more layers. I knew we had better hit the door running or I would for sure talk myself out of the Thursday morning run. Ryan ran with me today, thank goodness, because it sure is easy to convince yourself to walk, just a little, when you're out by yourself. At training they have repeatedly told us we are to eat to train, not train to eat, but I'm thinking that for today and tomorrow, we are training to eat :) Merry Christmas All!