Tuesday, December 20, 2016

#ReadersWorkouts -- Warm-Weather Workouts

 

Joy at Joy's Book Blog has built up a community of people who love to read and work out. You know that I enjoy both of those things, so I'm joining in.

I can't believe that I haven't played along with #ReadersWorkouts since October.
At least I haven't stopped working out even though I haven't posted.
I had a spectacular run last week in 14-degree weather with sparkly snow covering the ground. Luckily, the roads had been scraped clean so I didn't risk falling on the ice.

Then on Thursday, I was transported, via airplane, to sunny Florida where the weather has been in the 70s and 80s everyday.

I've run each morning, except one, and it has been fabulous -- if a little humid. I know that no one will feel bad for me that the morning seemed too humid. How bout the fog? Yesterday morning, the outdoors was thick with spooky fog. Luckily, I had my shoe lights on so people could spot me.

I have one more day here in Florida and one more morning run, but I plan to continue working out in the cold when I return to Ohio.
Here I am with Mom and Dad as we take a walk in the bright sun. 
Hope your exercising went well this week and hope you enjoy the upcoming holidays.

3 comments:

Joy said...

Good luck with the transition back to cold! It always takes me time to adjust. And, I don't even have to travel to need to adjust, living in Missouri. We went from 50 to 5 in about 12 hours one day last week.

jlphil said...

Love the pics, the contrast of exercise in the cold and in the humidity, and getting to see you last week! Come back down soon, and we'll try to get to spend some more time together. COLD means Christmas, no doubt about it...but after that, fooey on the ice and snow!

Vicki said...

The weather in Florida is good year round for walking/running, but how I miss the winters in Ohio. Glad you enjoyed your time here. Love the photo of you and your parents!

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