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It was a cold wet morning, 45 degrees and pouring down. I thought it would only drizzle, nope, it drenched me. I got back in and my clothes were so wet they were heavy, but I saw it through and had a great, if cold run.
The sun is shining now. I hope tomorrow the weather will be better, but either way, the run must be done.
I wasn’t the only one out there. I passed a runner in high vis gear, and we said good morning. I replied, “Lovely day for it!”
