Or, in dog speak, what the heck are we doing out here? Please, can't we go inside?
Seriously. This is cold. So cold, it hurts to breathe.
The air draws in through the nose, freezing everything in its reach. Tears well up in the eyes.
Then, the cold punches its way into the chest, grabs the lungs and squeezes — hard — with every breath.
Certainly makes the household temp of 60 degrees seem perfectly balmy.
Speaking of heat, last month's bill dropped to $100. Just like winter running ... it's all about the layers.
2 comments:
Amy! Surely you are not running in this weather are you?
Oh no. I was thinking about it, but walked outside and couldn't breathe. Hopefully tomorrow!
Post a Comment