8 Degrees of Separation

In that, my lungs almost separated from my body while running this morning, as it was a whole 8 degrees outside.   I am sure the neighbors thought I had been drinking already, and quite frankly, I really wish I had been.  Here I am starting:

I am pretty sure all professional / semi professional runners have very similar cold weather running attire.  Believe it or not, I was able to scrounge this cute little ensemble up all by myself!


After my tits froze to my sports bra I decided that maybe it was a tad too cold to be running a 3 miler (as if I am suuuch a pro...I think most "real" runners consider a 3 miler a "pussy" run, but whatever) I decided to finish at 2.5 miles and call it good.  When I got back, this is what was waiting for me:

And no, not all our kids where Oakleys, just the ones that we love the most.  (bring on the psychiatric help, once more)  He's way cuter snuggled on my lap, offering me a glass of wine, in a heated, warm house. 

Anyhow, I am GLAD I just did it.  It's so much easier to blow off a run, a phone call, or cleaning the toilets for the 6th week in a row, and once you set your mind to just do it, well shit actually happens (again, why I need to tackle the porcelain soon).

As one of my best friends and mentors would ask, "Are You All In??"  ~ Kris Vandersloot  

Well Kris, today I was all in.  Now I am off to make some phone calls.  (Toilets can wait for tomorrow, right?)

Next Up:  The skinny on my actual weight loss and self improvement goals.  I call this: The Truth With A Twist!

What are your goals?  Are you ALL IN?  If you live near the equator, can I come live with you even though I don't clean and clearly accept dirty toilets?