When it's 17 degrees out, my face looks like this when I'm running because the cold is biting it:
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Yowza ... no one said anything about a wind
chill this morning ... apparently gritting one's
teeth is supposed to help ward that off ... |
And, it sometimes looks like this because I'm trying to block the wind:
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Oh, happy gloves, do your magic on my face! |
When we finish our outing, Elly looks like this when she's just about up to something:
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"Oh, yes I am plotting something, mommy ...
just you wait ..." |
And, she was ... my reward for taking her with me:
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"Bullseye Lick Attack! Right in your kisser!
Outstanding!" |
And, so it was for another run! Rest Day tomorrow and sleeping in are both welcome! See you then ...!
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