This morning - if pitch black can count as morning - it was 27 degrees out. The frost was not on my pumpkin but it was definitely on my car. I know that in 3 months, 27 degrees will be considered a field day, but for now it felt like a slap on my sleep crusted little face.
The last long weeks of training for the marathon were a pretty solitary endeavor: no iPod, no running buddies, just me and the end of summer. But since the marathon things have picked up socially for me as a runner. Ben has now been out twice with me and is making noise about going again. Don and I ran this past Saturday morning in Madison, circling Monona Bay. And this morning, I had my first running “date” with my yoga instructor. She lives just 3 streets away and we are going to try to keep each other motivated to run outside this winter. We run about the same pace, and let me tell you, I leapt out of bed knowing that someone was going to be waiting for me on a cold street corner.
It’s nice to have running buddies again!
Next week I am looking forward to running down Highland to cast my vote for president at South Middle School. Go Obama!