I'm sweaty, gross, pained, and I smell like a catbox and old laundry but I feel fucking awesome, you guys. After I stepped off the treadmill, I jumped outside where it's a BEAUTIFUL 35 degrees and felt so great. The sky is a beautiful fuzzy-looking black and I can't wait to run outside again once more of this snow melts.
My only regret is that I was watching Grimm on Hulu while running and it was the scariest episode they've ever made. Now I'm totally going to dream of aswang