So much for heading south

I was pretty excited about testing out the running conditions below the Bible belt this weekend. I imagined hugging the coastline as I ran a million miles, eventually ending up on the sandy beaches of Miami. The weather had another idea, as it was recording freezing temperatures here in my home town just in time for this past weekend's six miler. Oh- also it was raining. But no matter because it was still warmer than New York, and without an enormous dog in tow, I felt light as a feather. This was encouraging since last weekend's long run took place in the YMCA, and was less than inspiring. Also because I am eating my weight in Chick Fila. A Matheny, signing off.