to be in Carolina in the Maaaaaawwwwwwwnnnnnmnnn-in" Guess where I was this week?
Business had me flying into Charleston for a one day meeting. I had a run on the schedule so I decided to pack my running stuff to enjoy the tropical weather there. I decided to not pack tights, just shorts and flew in the night before (I did squeeze in my bike ride on the trainer before I headed to the airport).
I woke up early and saw the temperature was a balmy 35 degrees. Put on the shorts, kicks, a long sleeve shirt and ventured out. Of course this was when the issue of where to run was raised as the hotel was on a highway but I figured that out by running around some condo developments with "No Trespassing" signs. Every South Carolina rental cop looked at me like I was a friendly type of insane person since I was wearing shorts. They waved to me and I waved back. It was a short 40 minute run but it made the trip memorable.
That night when I landed in NY it was 14 degrees. Oh well, warm weather celebration over.
PS: Jamoosh would be proud since I sampled a Chick-Fil-A spicy chicken biscuit for breakfast. It was a good thing that will be added to the menu for future trips to the Confederacy. Jessica Alba wasn't working the counter though.