Ran on Saturday morning -- only for 37 minutes -- but hilly. I felt good -- ran over to the campus, by the house I tried to buy when I was looking, up the hill, through the neighborhood, onto Stewart Ave -- up the hill and by Brennan's then back to High Street via Sunset Street and then retraced my steps back to home. It was only 8 degrees and I marveled at how much I love running in the cold verses the heat.
Today we hiked Tater and sledded down -- holy crap was that fun -- and lots of aerobic activity since we were breaking trail -- good stuff.
The weekend had many hitches -- as far as our original plan -- long story short, Grampa did not go dancing in Mechanic Falls like he does EVERY OTHER weekend of the year -- except Jim's birthday weekend. So we partied in Farmtown and still had a good ol' time -- and Jim still turned 29 -- inevitable.
Haircut tomorrow -- new hair dresser (it is a guy -- do we still call them hair dressers?). We will see. Happy Sunday.
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