It is the dark, cold, alone of a freeze when the faucets have to drip and I return to the closet to add another layer while outwardly saying to myself, "This may not be the smartest thing you did."
It wasn't, but it did feel good to move and breathe and push and do good for myself first thing in the morning.
Today I am grateful for layers of clothing, a familiar incline, motivation to get up, music, and how this blog allows me to stall for just a bit before all that.
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