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the lies we tell ourselves while running with a chest cold.

"oh, a -5°F wind chill isn't really that cold. and it's only 4 miles. i mean, the cold will agitate my chest in a good way and help, you know, clear the gunk out."


uh, huh. the icicle's hanging from my eyelashes produced from my breath venting out the face mask are messing with the "it's good for you" narrative. that said, it did clear things out. briefly. sort-of.

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Taken on January 3, 2013