|Obviously not in the snow. It was too cold to hold a camera. :)|
Yes, after the delicious and disastrous amount of food I consumed yesterday I felt quite inspired to run. The food hangover combined with the guilt of my sister-in-law, 3 weeks removed from hernia surgery, saying she was going running was enough to urge me out the door.
Out the door and in to the cold, frozen tundra of Mid-Michigan. The iPhone reported the temperature at 30 degrees. The howling wind from the North dropped the temperature to a winter-y 20 or 25 degrees.
Unbeknownst to me my 4 year hiatus from a sub-freezing foot dash through the snow thinned out my blood considerably. Even now as I type I can feel the blood flow return to my lower extremities. My Texas compadres will be happy to know I am not impervious to the cold, just to the "Texas cold."
I have to say despite the cold, harsh sting of the frozen air in my lungs; my body, my energy level, and belly are thankful for the quick jog through the neighborhood and around the golf course.
I know I am not finished enjoying my holiday festivities, but as my travels take me further north (Minnesota) I may need to find an alternative exercise to frolicking in the freezing cold.
Have a Healthy, Happy New Year!