It was 42 degrees (F) when Mr. Cecil and I went on our walk this nothing. (For those of you closer to the equator, I say this as a very good thing.) That means no ice and almost no snow left on the sidewalks.
The complete lack of slipperiness ushers in the season of running outside. Neither of us (me and Mr. Cecil, that is) is used to running several miles in one shot right now, but we're working up to it. Some running, then some walking. Then some more running and some more walking.
I have that "worked hard" feeling in my lungs now, but the best part is seeing a tired, relaxed puppers lounging on the floor.
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