Saturday, March 27, 2004
It wasn't raining, but the mist was so heavy that the distinction was largely academic. "Like Ireland," is what I think when it's like this. It wasn't particularly cold, either-- tights, sure, and gloves, but just a long-sleeved thermalite shirt. Out to the waterfront condos, through LaSalle Park to Porter, then to Richmond, past Kleinhans and First Church and back to the gym. Not fast-- easy, but a four or five mile run, I estimate. A little iron, a twenty minute swim, and on into the office. Nice. Very nice. You could get used to a routine like that, I think.
