Last Updated on January 1, 2021 by David Vause
Despite my earlier musings about concentric celestial circles and nourishment of mind and body, sometimes my sense of urgency demands that I just get the run done. So, instead of bundling up to run in 22 F and salt, I stripped down to my skivvies, put on my running shoes and hit the treadmill. I am under no illusions what effect of the sight of a 65 year old man in headphones, briefs, and running shoes had on my wife. Hardly heroic or quixotic. But I got it done.