I feel like Julie Powell!

So I re-entered the land of the living the other day. Finally feeling back to human - not quite 100% yet, though.

Anyway, I checked the blog and Neil commented. And I found out the other day during our run that someone else checked out my blog. Wow! People actually read this and noticed that they connected with me. Very cool. Thanks for the support!

I will NOT, however, be cooking anything with large quantities of butter anytime soon and telling everyone about it. This isn't that kind of blog, even though I love butter. This is more about the random, amazing, fantastic and (let's face it) HARD self-torture that we all love called running. Well, slow jogging in my case, but whatever. I'm out there and it's friggin' cold, people!

OK, down to business. Last night was EIGHT hills. 8.6km, according to my faithful running partner, Roger (my amazing Garmin Forerunner 305).

Distance: 8.6km

Average pace: a pitiful 8:20/km

Coughing: not too bad. Worse after I got in the car to go home. Couldn't find my ventolin.

Weather: very cold and a nasty north wind. Very glad of layers and my new wind resistant vest. Mark's Work Wearhouse has got some amazing stuff that I'm using for running. Base layers, balaclava, fleece. Wicking is awesome!

How did I feel? Pretty good. Probably 7/10. Sore this morning, especially my second toe on my left foot. Toenail issues. Don't know what to do about that one. I thought that cutting that toenail would help some earlier discomfort, but it made it worse. Hmm.