For one day, at least. That's apparently all winter had to offer.
It was on Monday, I think. And it was 50o. I ran in shorts. I'm in the grind it out, put in the miles phase of training so I won't say it was glorious and left me feeling amazing. But it was certainly a high point of 2020 so far.
Then it was cold and overcast again, and yesterday we got a couple of inches of snow. The heavier stuff went to the north and we ended up with not much.
Dreadmilled for an hour yesterday to another episode of Castle. Wanted to stop at almost every step. I've been trying to embrace the whole idea, psyching myself up all day that it's better than slip-sliding away in a snowstorm, not to mention safer, but... TV helped a little. Today's run (in or out) is up in the air. Don't know if I can do two of those in a row.
Should be at 40 miles this week, which is where I'd hoped to be after getting Sammy fixed. Behind for an early April race, but good enough to finish. And almost on schedule if we decide to wait until mid-May.
Not much happening around the house. Put in some stair treads going down to the basement. They've been bare since I tore out the old icky carpet that was there when we moved in 22 years ago. Mrs. Dave decided on the color for the new curtains on the family room to go with the new furniture. Need to raise the bar since they are a couple of inches longer than the old ones. Decided to go ahead with the remodel of the powder room. Small job. Mostly just picking tile and a new vanity. And a door.