I recently ran the Provo City Half-marathon.
It was less than 30 degrees the entire time.
It snowed.
It's suppose to be Spring. The two days before were balmy, shorts wheather, but for the first time in my life, I ran without taking off my windbreaker/warm-up thingie (thus concealing the Awesome number I was assigned (123).
I hadn't really gone more than 4 or 5 miles in any of my preps, and that was in the basement, on my treadmill, watching TV shows.
It (nearly) killed me, but I tried to but on a good show for the camera. It almost looks like I'm having a good time in this shot. It almost looks like I'm running too, but niether was strictly true...
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