Tonight’s plan called for hills, so I ran up and down the canal bridge on my regular route. Twice. I finally ventured out in short sleeves tonight – it was 9 degrees but calm so they did help keep me cool on a very pleasant 3 miles. I always enjoy my Thursday evening runs for some reason – I think I feel less pressure than other times, nothing particular to achieve once I tackle a few hills.
What I don’t understand is how the skin on every part of my body is cold when I get home, except for my face, which is red-roaring hot. Every bit of exertion ends up on my face. Not a great look.
