I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. It was so warm under the covers and it was cold out of them. I forced myself up anyways. I got dressed (while I was half asleep) and headed out the door. As soon as I opened the door, I couldn't see that far in front of me. It was so foggy (this picture doesn't do it justice). I have all the gear the run in (California) cold weather (chilly, rainy, windy and foggy), but I didn't want to run outside. The fog just didn't seem fun this morning (and I've never ran in it). If it's foggy on Saturday morning, I will be running in it.
When I got to the gym, I went straight for the tm (my best friend). I ran a glorious 4 miles), then worked some weight magic on the good 'ol legs. Great times this morning! I had to run off the (couple) cookies I ate last night. They were so thin, that when I tried to get them off the cookie sheet, they buckled and now I call it cookie crumble. They still taste like cookies, though (that's the important thing).