I received a pretty discouraging e-mail earlier tonight.

One thing I take pride in is my ability to not let things affect me. (sometimes it’s bad, but mostly it’s good) But tonight, it was tough.

So at 10 p.m. while still feeling a little down I realized that the only thing I can do is run. Sometimes it’s the only thing that makes sense.

So I bundled up (29F / -2C), forced a smile, snapped a picture (like a good blogger should) and hit the streets. I ran until I was no longer faking my smile and ran back. Sometimes runs aren’t measured in miles or minutes.

It was dark.

It was cold.

And it was what I needed.

[Yes those are socks on my hands. Mind your own business]

Update: FatFridays photoshopped this picture to add ESSENTIAL mustaches and a monocle to my sock-mittens. Check it out. Thanks!