48 cold, wet minutes

Tonight was one of those times where you say to yourself, "I'm a runner." I didn't get out the door until almost 11:30 pm. It was rainy, windy, and cold. I ran for 48 minutes and didn't see a single other runner. I ran a portion of the run on McCarren Track and there wasn't a soul out there. The foot felt, ok, but I didn't feel it a little. The good news is that one of our pacers who is a PT told me she would check out my foot next wednesday if it is still giving me problems.