Ten degrees – so cold that Watson cowers in his bed when I coax him to go out. He looks at my abominable snowman get-up and hides behind the couch. Two pairs of wool socks, tights, wind pants, high-tech base layer, Nike running top with thumb pulls, polar fleece, hat, neck warmer, and Gortex jacket and gloves prepare me for a pseudo run – an actual slow crunch on grass alongside sidewalks mixed with gingerly tip toes across Teflon driveways. The goal is two miles, just to be out there moving and thinking without freezing my eyelashes off.
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