I guess you could call it a make-up run, though I think that just delaying a frosty Sunday run for a few hours in lieu of some slightly warmer weather still counts as a frosty Sunday run no matter how you calculate it.
Leon met me down near the Mill Creek Pool, a spot I’ve never run from but it was only a couple klicks from his house so (due to the fact his truck was frozen and wouldn’t start) he could jog there.
It was still cold, of course. Freaking cold. Three layer of shirts cold. But the sun had been out for a few hours and the sun had warmed it by a few degrees and the wind wasn’t nearly as bad as the weatherman predicted, so we ran towards downtown, across the river and along the various detouring trails by the construction there.
Then we went for brunch.
Bacon, eggs, toast, and enough hot coffee refills over the duration to ensure the waitress earned her tip.