What is that smell???

Today was my longest and coldest run so far.  The weather report said that with the 15 mph winds, it was 28 degrees outside.  Brrrrr.  I ran the Kiln Creek loop twice, which I believe is about 10 miles.  It was miserable in the cold, but I knew I wouldn't have time to run for that long at any other point this week.  So I pushed through and just kept running, even though it felt like my face might freeze and fall off.

While cars passed by me, I noticed that a lot of people were staring.  And I mean obviously staring.  Like the driver was watching me intently instead of the road.  It creeped me out.  I'm not sure of the reason for the stares, but I can only assume that either:

A.) They were impressed that I was running on this cold, windy day.
B.) They thought I was an idiot for running on this cold, windy day.
C.) I'm the most awkward runner ever and they couldn't look away.

Let's hope for A or B.

After my run, I got back in my car to head home, where I was greeted by a familiar but rather obnoxious odor.  "What is that smell?!" I thought to myself.  It took a minute to realize...it was me!  And I knew why the smell was familiar.  The scent reminded me of when my dad would come home from a long day out in the cold at work, or after shoveling snow, or running in the rain.  It was gross, but comforting at the same time.  I know.  Very weird.  But even more weird was my reaction.  I started to cry because I realized I missed my dad.  I'll tell you, running has turned me into an emotional basket case.  I called him immediately to relay the funny story and share a laugh.  In all honesty though, I wish he lived close enough that we could go for runs together.  Running has always been a big part of his life, and I'm glad that we can share that now.

Ok, enough reminiscing for one post.  I seriously need to shower...