After promising myself (and the dog) that we would get our deserved 30 minutes of exercise, I came home last night, changed into the appropriate clothes and got outside. The weather’s been unseasonably warm. I know, I know. Global warming, we’re all gonna burn, but it was dark and still 75 or so. As we approached the park I could feel little cold spots, like the ones you feel in a poorly heated house (or, say, my home) but they were small. My lower body was fine and warm and then my arm would suddenly get really, really cold.
OK, or maybe there are just ghosts in the park.
Your park is totally haunted.
It’s another sign not to exercise. Ah well.