Wednesday, March 10, 2010
In an explosion of spontinaity, I jumped off of the treadmill at the gym and went for a run outside. At 6:30 am, I was running down a pretty residential street, my fingers and nose cold, my body warm.
Ran to the infectious beats of Fergie and The Roots and Hector Lavoe. Enjoyed the smells of wet grass. Didn't enjoy the toxic gas seeping from the 101 freeway.
Got in a mile and a half run.