So we had a low key weekend which was nice. Friday night was dinner out as usual. Only we switched it up a bit & didn't go to Caliente! We went to the Chimes. LOVE that place but it's on LSU's campus & it's popular so normally when school is in session there's a crazy wait. We took advantage of school being out.
Saturday morning this happened
Saturday night a group of us went to Caliente to watch the Saints game. They won but it came down to the bitter end.
Sunday we just hung around the house. It was rainy & a cold front was coming. When I say cold I actually mean cold, not just 50 degrees like I normally whine about.
I decided to run Tuesday afternoon. With the race being so close I must get all of my runs in. Must must must! Tuesday afternoon was going to be better than Monday afternoon. It would be in the mid 30s. I draw the line at running in 20 degree weather. I may be crazy but I'm not that crazy. Unless of course it's a race that I've already trained & paid for. Soooo, I ran.
It was cold. I wore a heavier jacket than I normally do for cold runs & I never took it off. Usually, by the first mile the jacket comes off. My face felt like it was frozen when I finished.
This morning was much "warmer" but I decided that I'd have another evening run because even though it's warmer it's still cold & I've been so cold this week I'm giving myself a break.
I've decided that January is my least favorite month. Cold, holiday hangover, boredom, Christmas bills, etc. don't make it a very happy month. I just feel blah & like nothing's going on. Anyone else share these feelings??