frost on antique roses, this morning in the Elizabeth Park old rose garden.
4.5 miles this morning, of which I ran about four miles--and the first two and a half without a break. Then I walked about a half mile and finished the last mile and a half in intervals. It was cold and beautiful, and I badly need a shower. It was a good run, except for the part where I still have post-nasal drip and kept gagging. (TMI)
Now it's time to get cleaned up, and eat something, and then get back to work until it's time to go climbing. Yes, I'm insane.