Soon enough it will be -25C and I will sneer at today’s self for whining about a mere -11C. I contemplated bike commuting, but instead opted for the warm, cozy bus. I had forgotten that I hate waiting in the cold for buses. I’m going to have to bundle up more one way or another, eh? Perhaps tomorrow morning I’ll be motivated to bundle up for the bike and move myself along instead of waiting for transit.
Tonight I donned a few layers of running gear and clocked a quick 2.6 km for the streak. It’s not a lot, but I ran it.