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Today I ran!  I was determined to get out there and run.  I was unmotivated and really didn't WANT to do it.  I wanted to come back home and go to bed.  But I ran.  And I had a damn good run too!  I originally planned to do weights today, but it was so beautiful.  Cold, but beautiful.  It was 31* when I dropped Spencer off.  And by the time I got Kayleigh off to school and drove to the gym it was up to 35*.  I was wearing my running tights, a tank top, fleece, gloves and a beanie.  I started off a bit chilly, but not too bad.  At about mile two I was *almost* too hot and had already taken my gloves off.  By mile three I was too hot!  I had to take off my fleece!  So I was that crazy lady out there running in running tights and a tank top in 30 degree temperatures.  But at least I know I will definitely be warm in the running tights come this winter, baring gale force winds and freezing rain.  We did PT at Lakenheath when it was well into the twenties.  I remember sometimes running on the track and it was a sheet of ice.  I also remember taking off my beanie some days and it being frozen, literally.  My sweat attempted to evaporate through the beanie and froze to the outside before it could fully evaporate. 

I ran from the gym, along Fighter Drive and turned and went to the end of the runway.  I really would like to be able to run around the whole flightline someday.  But it's probably 10+ miles around if you stay on paths and road.  So I think I will make that my goal when I start training for a half marathon. 

Running down the hill past the runway.  What a beautiful day!

The F-22's are back in the air.  While I was at the EOR they were landing.  It was really cool.  They were directly over my head landing.  Today gave me a bit of perspective.  I've been in a F the Air Force mood.  Well really a F everything mood lately.  But running under those jets reminded me why we are here.  Why we are separated and that others have given more then we ever will.  We are here because there are people out there that want to harm us and we need to protect ourselves.  Without my husband making sure that those bombs and bullets get to where they need to go, there is no "Air Power" and thus no protection for our country.  Yes there are ground troops, but who do they call when they need back up or and in a sticky situation?  Someone who can get bombs on target and without my husband and his co-workers there would be no bombs.  I'm proud of what we do.  And while it sucks, it means something.  Not many can say that.

After that is was a typical day.  I ran some errands, got Spencer from school, walked the dog while Spencer rode his bike, made lunch, Skyped with Nate, did some work around the house, snoozed on the couch for 30, got Kayleigh from the bus, fought with her about homework, made dinner, went to Girl Scouts and finally got them ready for bed. 

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