Morning: 20 min with the dog. He wore his new coat, no booties, no issues. Afternoon: 40 min jog, 30-40 min x-country skiing attempt. My mitt liners got wet and my hands got cold.
The dog and I have been running together for about six years now. We try to enter a primeval trance-like state at least a few times a week, and then I write about it here so that I don' t bore the people I encounter in Real Life. Warning: may contain some gastrointestinal subject matter. The army marches on its stomach.
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