It was 17 degrees this morning in Kansas…but I am not in Kansas. I am in a land of palm trees and Spanish moss and multi-colored houses. A city filled with history and grits and she-crab soup.
I am in Charleston for a work retreat, and while I am missing my men like CRAZY I am not missing any opportunities to run.
I opted for an easy 5 miles along the battery this AM, learning from the wiser, local runners that running ON the battery actually isn’t the wisest option. It has a very non-ankle-friendly slope. The sidewalk on the other side of the street will do just fine…as will the 60 degree temperature and light breeze.