my foggy

a beautiful morning for a run!

5ish miles and 33 degrees seemed like a heat wave. 

after seeing the fog i decided this run is for my dad.  a quiet, gentle soul that is my everything.  when i was little, i called him "foggy".  not sure why...and i didn't start calling him "dad" until i was too cool to do so.

(Yes, that is ice under my feet from the trees!)

until tomorrow, run happy friends!