I got distracted yesterday, apparently, but I did run, and then trundled down to Fairacres, and then came back and eked out a bit of writing for the essay that I must, must, must complete this month. 14°, humid, cloudy, but a decent pace, two miles.
This morning’s run was a bit odd, in that it was about 18° when I set out, and the humidity must have been 100%; the air condensed around me as I ran into it. (It occurred to me that there should be a weather portmanteau such as ‘hu MISTity’ to designate this phenomenon. Anyway, I slogged along at a desultory pace through this near-but-not-quite drizzle, getting hotter and hotter in the high temp and humidity. Thus, another two miles.