You’ve gotta love unseasonably warm weather. Here we are,
enjoying 50- to 60-degree (F) days in February in Wisconsin! And we all know
what that means: Digging out running shorts and tee shirts for extended outdoor
jaunts!
Like any other enthusiastic runner, I just pulled out a long-forsaken
wispy tech tee and a pair of shorts and slipped ‘em on. Yikes! I’m nearly
blinded by the sight of my whiter-than-white limbs! (I haven’t even worn shorts
or running capris to the gym lately.)
But I’m steeling my nerves, lacing on my sneakers, and
stepping boldly into the great out of doors to expose my ghostly gams and ashen
arms to the world. Forget the sunscreen. I need all the rays I can catch, right
about now.
Why, yes. I will be
the ghost out there, running with the pasty whites.
C’mon, natural vitamin D. Do your stuff! (My doc says I need
more of that anyway.)
Warning, drivers. Those aren’t sunspots, blinding your
vision along the road. That’s just little old me, clomping along on a long-overdue
long run.
Drive on, folks.
Nothing to see here.
I’m just sick of the treadmill and eager to take the scenic
route today.
(Hey, I’ve committed to do 2,017 miles in 2017. It’s nearly
March, and I’m about six miles behind schedule. So today’s the day to make
those up.)
Adapted from public domain artwork.
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