Baby it’s dark outside
I took this pic just after 7am. Seriously it’s almost pitch black. I know my East Coast peeps have it even worse. I can do dark all summer and freezing all winter but dark + cold = hit the mill in my book….or make and eat my weight in soup, chili and pot roast…or better yet curl up in a ball and sleep ’til oh maybe April.
Woe is Garmin
The Garmin folks loaded their latest software on my watch at the Chicago Marathon Expo. Since then it hasn’t shown my mile splits. Caveman jacked with it now it’s gone even crazier.
Speaking of Garmin
I never got a replacement strap. I procrastinated and played Russian Roulette in Chicago and Grand Rapids and WON! Not sure why that thrills me so much.
We’re on a Break
I think my days out with Blanche the Trusty Road Bike (TRB) are over for the season. Can’t believe this bike-o-phobe is saying this, but I’ll miss her.
Although it’s barely November I’ve already broken out my fleece socks. My wimp-o-meter is going haywire.
I entertained doing the Goofy Challenge. But that would totally fly in the face of my self-inflicted runnbatical. I can still entertain though right? Did you notice I spell runbattical differently pretty much every time I mention it?
Polyshoeism
I’m cheating on my Mizunos with some Brooks Ghosts…is it a fling or true love?
