Frosty Morning

Once again I went over to the FVRP's homestead and we ran 5 miles together. The temperature was in the upper 30s and plenty of frost had settled on the grass in the neighborhood. The FVRP mocked me briefly for wearing shorts and long-sleeved t, telling me I was going to freeze. About two miles into the run he had to shed some layers and wasn't mocking me any more. Of all that I was glad to be wearing mittens and a stocking cap. If I hadn't brought those along I certainly would have resembled a popsicle a lot more closely.