Take My Breath Away

The thermometer read twenty-eight degrees when I opened my eyes. It was exercise day and after two indoor sessions on the tread mill last week, I was determined to get back outside and hit the pavement. My Man ran in the cold yesterday morning and has been at it for years, so I sought his wisdom as I dressed.

"Will these fleece pants be ok or should I add another layer beneath?"

"You'll be fine with one layer, your legs won't get as cold as the rest of you."


"Three layers on top?"

"Yea, that should be fine."


"Gloves?"

"Absolutely."


"What do I do so that all of that cold air doesn't hurt my lungs?"

"Don't breath in as much."

"Okay...wait...huh?!?"


"It'll get better after the first mile. There's not much else you can do," said my grinning Man.

I survived. Warm enough and victorious in my own mind ready to take on the rest of the awaiting day.

"The trouble with jogging is that by the time you realize you're not in shape for it, 

it's too far to walk back." 

~Franklin Jones~