OK, first let me just say – I didn’t blog yesterday or Thursday so I never got to bitch about my “dark cold I couldn’t move in the morning so I ran at night run” (last night) and my “still very drunk this AM run” (Thursday) and I’m sure they were both about an hour long but I wouldn’t know because i could hardly feel anything through both of them.

It was a little bit like being dead and running at the same time.  I highly recommend it.

This is where most people pull the “you have a problem” thing.  Most people don’t understand why (and how) I run when I feel that way.  “Why not take a day off? why not let your body relax? waah waah waahhh?”

Why? I’ll tell you why:

First of all I do take days off.

When I wake up in the AM and feel great and realize I’ve been running 3 weeks in a row I say to myself “take a day off – let your legs chill out” and it’s cool.  I usually don’t need it but I do it anyway. I always appreciate a run more the next day (after taking a day off) it’s like missing someone you want to be with all the time.

2nd thing I want to say (and, just for the record, this is not in defense.  I’m just explaining my reasoning because why the hell not – everyone who has a problem with my routine can suck it) is that the days I wake up and feel completely paralyzed from either drinking too much or running around too much and working late are the days that my little precious, untouchable hour long ritual (on average) makes the biggest difference of all.

Believe it or not, I come back from a run and feel approximately 70% better (on average) than when I woke up 60 min prior.

As it turns out, these sneaky little toxins find a way of sliding out of my body when sweat does.  This concept is a little like rocket science but I’m very wise therefore I can register concepts such as these.

Turning exhaustion into fueled energy, in my book: not a bad thing.

Once I went out for a run when I was borderline sick and it turned into a full blown cold.  I survived and lived to tell.

Anyway the snow is great I love it.  Unfortunately, It started snowing after my run so I didn’t get to stick my tongue out and catch snowflakes which i love to do when I’m running – and then I cross my eyes to zone in on my tongue and see if i can detect the shape.  I never can and I’m sure I look retarded.  Its my favorite Snow-run activity of all.

Today the wind almost tripped me and sent me flying when I was turning the corner around Chelsea Piers.  Crazy wind tunnel…  It would have been pretty funny if the wind actually did trip me.  actually no.  That would be far from funny.