The title of this post is a subtle Borat reference. If you haven’t seen Borat, well, don’t worry about the title. Also, I think you should update your Netflix queue now. Basically, I mean that it is March, so where’s the Spring-like weather? My run today was 34 feels like 27 degrees. Fahrenheit.
Now, I understand that we can’t actually say “Spring has sprung” until March 20, known as the Vernal Equinox (thanks to Wikipedia for knowing things like that so I don’t have to, kind of like my own personal external hard drive), but the fact that it is March 5th and my water bottle can still freeze is a bit unnerving. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the cold. I just think the cold has it’s time, and that time is known as December, January, and February. I expect, nay, demand that the cold cease and desist at once to allow flowers to bloom and running tights to be put away. Alas, this is unlikely in the next few days because there are still pockets of icy snow on the ground from that Ice Age 2.o we experienced a month ago.
So, Old Man Winter, scoot yourself northward, and know that I will be heading out each morning wishing for global warming to get here sooner*.
Regular 7.5 Mile Run:
|Average HR:||162 bpm|
*And by global warming I mean Spring.
Gypsy! Give me your tears! If you will not give them to me, I will take them from you! (another Borat reference)