Monday, January 22nd
I ran an easy four miles today after work. My legs felt pretty dead. About a mile in, my nose started bleeding. This has happened to me before, but it only seems to occur when I'm wearing a white shirt—not a red shirt, not a black shirt, not a navy blue shirt—a white shirt every time. I saw what I'm pretty sure was a
Northern Harrier fly past me at eye level, which was pretty cool. I love me some birds of prey.
