So I squeezed nine miles in between kids' basketball games this morning. The cute husband helped by driving to the first game, so I could run home (the long way) from there. We ended up missing the first half of the second game, but it's little kid basketball, not our Tar Heels.
I've spent the bulk of the afternoon trying to stay warm with the help of the aforementioned cute husband, the gas fireplace, and a cozy blanket. At least I'm not playing (or watching) football in Missoula, Montana right now.
Note to self for next week's long run: Chapstick and tissues.
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