It was another fine weekend. Well, it was a gloomy January weekend really, but I was happy at the end of it to have pushed the running week over 20, my once-upon-a-time "standard week." The capper was Sunday, when I extended an already semi-aggressive run over Tillicum Crossing -- BRIDGE OF THE PEOPLE!!! -- by turning left once back across the river and running down the Eastbank Esplanade. That stretched Sunday's run to 8.54, my first eight-miler since January 10. As in January 10, 2016. Huah!
Today, I ran 2.82 in cotton under acrylic. It was dreadful. That's what I ALWAYS used to wear to run in winter, until a few years ago. It was dreadful then, too.
I've run 5 of the last 6 days, or 9 of the last 12, which suggests that the post-snow running season is fully in session. I beat 60 miles for the month, too, which is not bad considering how much of it was spent icebound.