Brutal run this morning, 8 above in the mountains, air like cold fire, burning the nose and cheeks, forehead aching as if I’d had an ice-cream-induced brain freeze. Probably killed a few more neurons, which means I’ll be out there again tomorrow.
Tags: running, stamina, winter, Writing
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