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Ran around Johnston again today. Ran past Lawson school. I wonder how much distance I am slipping when running on snow. When I was a kid, at one point there was a rumor among the class that when running on gravel without cleats, a runner would lose half a step with each stride. I could never believe that, and I still don’t. This is almost like a study that is popularized on “Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me.”
When I returned, all my clothes were damp with sweat. I put them in the wash. This is the reason that running in the winter is so uncomfortable—you can’t win. The other day, I wrote that I would need some more insulation on my hands. Today I wore mittens that were HAND-MADE by a friend in Moscow. Wearing these mittens, my hands were a perfect temperature—not too hot, not too cold. I wore pair of fleece gloves underneath.
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| Russian mittens |
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| Cold run right after I slipped, plop! right on the ground |
On Saturday, the boys and I enjoyed the Waveland golf course hills on sleds. A wonderful time!
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