the rest of January

January has been kind of exhaustingly cold and not conducive to being healthy.  The number of miles I ran this month is what I used to run in a week.  Running was kind of going well until snowmaggedeon hit, but I don't want to be that jerk crashing into pedestrians in what little sidewalk space there is, nor do I want to run in the streets with all of the slush and cars.  And also?  Not running is actually (in my book) better than suffering any miles on a dreadmill. 

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 Snickerdoodles! Ollie normally smells a little floury-buttery, but now he's taken to chewing on cinnamon sticks.  Which means  he now smells so much like a cookie it's almost impossible to resist the urge to chomp on him. # cuteaggression

Snickerdoodles! Ollie normally smells a little floury-buttery, but now he's taken to chewing on cinnamon sticks.  Which means  he now smells so much like a cookie it's almost impossible to resist the urge to chomp on him. #cuteaggression

 back when lunchtime runs were possible, before snowmaggedeon '15.

back when lunchtime runs were possible, before snowmaggedeon '15.