So Inclined.
So, at the end of ten weeks of this running-clinic-thing there just happens to be a Saint Patrick’s Day(ish) five kilometer race. I’ve entered, of course, and anyone who is looking for some warm fuzzies can click here to donate — though no pressure. It’s not like I’m doing ten klicks or anything. I mean, it’s likely to be cold. And I’ve been training, well, by that time for two and a half months in the bitter sub-sub-zero temperatures of January and February. But, yeah. No pressure.
