6.25 am just started snowing and my thermometer says 23 degrees. Oliver is ready, I just put Sayre back to sleep after he needed "someone to talk to."
I'm off.....
I'm back. That silence and peace that accompanies the pre-dawn... is magnified (if you can magnify silence and peace) during a light snow. It was a great run somewhere between 7 and 8 miles. Oliver must have run 12 including two small mammal chases. It was the first time in our long relationship that I had to thaw ice off of his eyebrows (yes dog's have eyebrows). I cupped my hands and breathed on his icy brows to melt the offending snow. That was at mile 5. When I started back on the trot... my legs felt like 4 huge hamhocks... four.
... but then they came back to life...
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