Wicked Pissah.

No, I wasn't pahking my cah in Hahvahd Yahd.  However, if I had, I certainly would have banged a uey at some point on the way there.  The streets can be a bit tricky in that area. I would have gone by at least 20 Dunkies in a half mile stretch getting there but I wouldn't have stopped at any of them.  Their food is not good for me during training. Maybe I could get a tonic though?  

Short Wearing Weather Tonight

Enough of the Bostonisms already. I know.  Tonight's run was wicked!  Fan-frickin-tastic!  Temp was in the low 40's and the real feel was in the mid-30's. Warm enough to pull the shorts out again (go ahead, insert Casper the friendly ghost jokes here).  It felt so good to cut down on the number of layers to wear.  It is going to be short lived though as I've heard rumblings of the "V" word (vortex) coming back next week.  Oh, well. 

I ended up getting 10.2 energizing miles in tonight. Very slushy paths full of mini- lakes on the Cambridge side of the Charles River (my feet were sopping wet), clear paths on the Boston side, well except for the huge nasty old dead rat on its back in the middle of the path along the Esplanade.  Nasty I tell you. I also got some good hill work in on Beacon Hill. 

Now where did I leave my cah keys?...  Here they are, in my pocket of course. I'm wicked smaht! 

Until next time, keep on runnin'!

Pasty Legs.

Wow, do I need a suntan or what?  Holy moly!  Like, seriously.  I think that I overheard a woman walking down Mass Ave. with her her friend yesterday morning saying something like "Did you just see something go by?".  I'm pretty sure that I heard the friend reply "yeah, it looked like a ghost, wicked pissah!"  Well, it didn't really go down quite like that but it certainly could have.

This is my first winter running outdoors in the cold weather of New England so I'm learning as I go along on how to strike the right balance of clothing to wear.  What can I say, I'm used to running in spring/summer/fall.  When it is nice and warm.  I started out feeling like Randy (Ralphie's brother) from A Christmas Story.  I can't put my arms down!  Bundled up with every piece of obligatory winter garb that I could get my hands on.  OK, it wasn't that bad but it sure felt like it.

The weather for yesterday's early morning 10.5 mile run was forecast to be 40 and windy.  This was going to be the day for my new mantra: "More is Less".  That is right.  Shorts, long sleeve tech shirt, new windbreaker and Nike cap (New Gear post).  That is it.  I can put my arms down!  Yeah.  Forget you Ralphie.  I don't need you anymore.  It definitely was cold at first but soon become very comfortable once I got into my race pace.  It was so much more comfortable running with less.  I think that is the way that I'm going to go from now on unless it is very cold out.  Even if it means that I scare a few people with my pasty legs.  Maybe I should look into self-tanners?

Until next time, keep on runnin'!