Ran (what felt like) an easy 10 miles this morning. Michelle, at one point, told me had run just over a 7 minute mile. Effort-wise, it didn't feel that fast. I attribute it to the tail-wind. Spanish Fork winter wind was in full effect, and it made me want to cry. We had it at our back much of the time, but I knew that we'd have to face it on the way back, at some point. The last 1-2 miles was awful! I soaked in a hot bath for 15 minutes after getting home...that's pretty much the only way to warm up my hands quickly. They tend to be the only thing that bothers me on a cold run. And once cold, they stay cold. If Michelle hadn't been with me, I wouldn't have run out in it this morning. Sometimes I wonder why we put ourselves through it. And in some sick-twisted way, I'm always glad we do. Thanks Michelle. It helps when misery has company. Four weeks pregnant.
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