hate being cold

I really hate being cold.  I have to talk myself into running once it gets around 30.  Once I get outside, it's not so bad, but the bartering with the clock to actually get myself out there is ridiculous.  You would think I could just buck up and get out and run.  I ordered a bunch of stuff from Lands End today that should help, such as lightweight polarfleece mittens (my fingertips were way too cold today), a polarfleece neck gaiter (neck was cold although my UnderArmour top has a mock turtle), some holiday presents, and an overstock bathing suit (for cross training since my old one is almost transparent). 

I don't think I could ever be a stripper.  I would want the pole to be coated with polarfleece and have the heat blasting to 100 or so.  Then all the boozy old farts would probably pass out from the heat and I wouldn't get any tips.  So, instead, I'll keep doing massage where I can crank the heat up in my room and wear silk long underwear under my clothes.

Last Monday, my 3-legged dog died.  After I got over the inertia of not being able to decide if I was going to bury him (which entailed digging almost frozen ground) or take his body to the vet for cremation (I decided on the cremation - group not individual - because I have no faith that they would actually return my dog's ashes to me for an additional $100 instead of just throwing a bunch of miscellaneous ashes into a box), I went for a 6 mile run.  I saw an animal leg - most likely a cat's leg.  I thought how ironic that was.  Really?  How many people have 3-legged pets and see a missing leg the day their pet dies?  Maybe it really wasn't ironic, but just weird.

One thing that always pisses me off when I run (or drive, or walk) is seeing someone drive a sedan with a kid under the age of 8 (or whatever legal age is) in the front seat.  I saw a lady driving with a kid next to her in the front seat.  Not only was he too small for that, but he was also sucking a sucker.  "Great!" I thought, "Not only will your kid get smashed by the airbag, but that sucker is going to go straight down his throat or through the back of his head if you get in an accident."  It's amazing what you have time to process when you only see someone for a split second.  Enough time to create a chain of events or a story that you hope doesn't happen.