After weeks of very un-holiday-inspiring 80+ degrees, the temps here in South Florida finally dipped below 75! Sweet and sour chicken, it is GLORIOUS! As Norah said this morning, "It's nice out here."
So, I took Caleb for a 3 miler, and it was cool enough that I felt justified that he ride suited up in his fleecy Christmas jammies. Jerry suggested he also be bundled in a blanket, but I knew that wasn't necessary -- we're spoiled here in FL into thinking that 65-70 degrees is "freezing." The run felt great, as it always does when the temps fall below the typical we-own-a-condo-in-the-inner-circle-of-hell temps. When it's like this, I feel like I could run all day.
The good weather, combined with the fact that Jerry took this week off work for a "week of Jerry time," has meant some extra run time for Jess! If only I could have a house-husband and cool weather all the time!