Notes
Thank goodness the swamp fashion police were not around to see this. Due to a shortage of running shorts (apparently we don't do laundry in this house anymore) I wore tights in 45 degree weather. I think the extra warmth agreed with my creaky hamstring however, as I did not hear a single peep out of that thing. Also as I passed a foxy mom running the other way on Summer, I'm pretty sure I caught her sneaking a peek at my package just after saying "hi." All in all I'd say the tights performed admirably.
Also, this run featured aggressive turkeys, commuter rail trains and passengers, packs of seventh graders on early release, and police cars.
Look at me I wrote a short story in my running log or whatever.
Not a zero.