So for my Valentine's Day, while yes, I would have loved to spend a romantic evening in the company of my wonderful, beautiful, loving girlfriend Nicole, unfortunately for me that just wasn't possible... So instead, I went and ran 10.5 miles through the 20 degree freezing New England cold weather, up and over the Newton hills, doing my best to not get hit by impatient drivers on their way home/to, their wonderful Valentine's filled evenings... Yeah... Sounds like a good trade off to me, don't you think?!? Ok, ok... it wasn't that bad... I will say tho, this holiday is starting to kind of lose it's appeal...
In any event, needless to say, it was yet another cold night. It seems like every Thursday recently has been cold. I don't get it. Maybe it's just me looking at the glass as half empty, but really all I want to do is to be able to do the 9mi run back to Crossroads, and be able to hang out and have a beer or two after without having to worry about having hypothermia set in when I step back outside into the 20 degree weather in my now cooled, sweat soaked layers of clothing... If the temperature could just manage to be in the high 30's, or low 40's, I'd be fine. Is that really too much to ask? Well I guess it is the middle of February in New England... Honestly, what the hell do I expect? I did have a potentially good idea while I was out there tonight tho. Maybe next week I'll deviate slightly from the normal route and swing by my apartment instead, throw some warm clothes in my backpack, and run the last 2.5-3mi wearing that. That probably wouldn't be so bad...
I guess I must have been a few minutes late getting out the door tonight, so I missed the train carrying all of the DFMC team, and ended up having to do the run tonight solo. I should probably start bringing my mp3 player along with me, for these precise times. Now don't get me wrong, often I definitely like to just get out there and listen to all of the different sounds you might hear, but tonight really was not one of those cases... So it was a pretty quiet, lonely run. There was one really great highlight tho, as I came through Coolidge Corner, there was a really strong variety of different scents emanating from all of the surrounding restaurants. However, one in particular definitely stood out. I didn't catch whatever restaurant it was as I went by, but that old, all too familiar smell of something wonderful being cooked up on a grill, came winding it's way up into my nose, for a brief second whisking me away to the back yard, beer in hand, laying there while the sun beat down and I just soaked it in... And then as fast as it came, it was gone, and I realized I was actually running down Beacon st in 3 layers of clothing in 20 degrees in the middle of February... Ah well... What are ya gonna do?
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