It was a cold and frosty morning when she set out, wrapped up all warm with only a face peering out into the gloom ...
Yes, that was me this morning. Starting off - as always - with a walk to get the muscles moving, I headed up to the canal pondering the thick frost on the cars and noticing that it actually makes it easier to detect the path from the grass across the rec in the half-darkness. Brrrr. As yesterday I had put my waterproof on, which in answer to yesterday's comment* was all part of attempting to keep warm with an extra layer. It being a cheap jacket in fact of course once I have been going for a while I start sweating like mad and so it may not be the best idea overall. But given that I never go so very far it does the job and makes the afearsomed cold slightly less intimidating so at least I get out!
Now I sit here hot and sweaty, and only slowly cooling ready to hit the shower.
It is one of the marvels of #Janathon that having been out about 9ish last night I went out again at 7ish this morning. In a normal life can you ever imagine that? The things you do to get jogged (done), logged (done) and blogged (hooray, also now done)!
(*) ah, a comment, how fabulous - and it wasn't even my first - if you too are reading this please indulge me drawing attention to the fact someone has read at least a couple of posts!
Thanks for the clarification!
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