Ate slice of bacon and downed small can of Spicy Hot V8 and headed out. Swaddled my noggin in the shemagh John Shirley brought me from A'stan. Shit got anaerobic pretty quick with mouth and nose covered in shemagh, so I risked nose/lip frostbite for the final two laps and contended myself with keeping my ears warm.
1.00 miles in 17:20 at an average heart rate of 133bpm.
