Cold Toes, Warm Everything Else

I had told Rick that I was going to run the Back Cove before I came home from work.  I missed running on Wednesday (fell asleep) and just wanted to get a few miles.  At work, it occurred to me that Rick hadn't brought his running clothes to work so I texted him to see if he'd wanna run with me when I got home rather than me running in Portland and him maybe running when he got home.  Yup!

It's interesting; even though it rained most of the day, the conditions were drier than last night's run with Mindy.  Go figure.  I guess the ground just thawed enough to absorb some of the wetness.  It might have been drier, but the water that was there (still plenty) seemed way colder. 

I showed Rick the pile of bones Mindy and I had stumbled across last night.  They were pretty gross in the light of day, but not scary in the least.  I think they were from cows from the neighboring farm.  The smaller skeleton had thrown me of last night, but I think it was probably a calf.

We both nearly lost our shoes several times during the run.  Rick had a particularly dramatic slide, near fall, and great save.  I couldn't believe how cold my toes were.  Here's what our feet looked like post- (just four mile) run:

Rick's bad boys

My cold, cold tootsies