at 7 a.m. it was 21 degrees f.
i run and walk, so taking pictures is easy.
the dark streets of downtown were deserted.
the sky was spectacular. moody.
puddles in the gravel area that we saw on our wednesday run were ice.
we saw the sun rise,
and then ran back over the bridge into kentucky.
a barge was going down the river.
i used to call my running group "crazies" until a guy said, "we're not crazy, we're dedicated!" but sometimes it feels crazy. happy crazy.