This is only a representative sample of the alcohol imbibed last night. (The plates had cheesecake on them. Mmmmm, cheesecake.) It was my husband's birthday as well as New Year's Eve, and unfortunately, between the food shopping, cooking, and cleaning before our guests came over, there was so much to do that I was unable to squeeze in my scheduled 2-mile run. (Insert embarrassed silence here.) So the year ended with a bit of a clunk. Fortunately, strength training is on the menu for today, and I'm going to do it as soon as I get back from walking the dogs.
It is now 18 degrees and snowing outside, and the forecast for tomorrow morning's group run is equally grim. I think I might even have to put on tights underneath my Mizuno Pants of Awesomeness. Hopefully Annie and I can get there and back in one piece. I think this is going to be another one for the "runners are masochists" file.
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