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.