I'm sure that everyone with ears has heard the news. It is COLD outside! Call me a wimp if you must but in my little world there must be actual degrees in order for me to run outside. This whole zero degrees thing with serious windchill spells certain death.
So on days like this, to the padded cell in the basement Eric and I go.
It's like out home away from home (well. at home.) Sometimes we go down there to foam roll and end up lying inexplicably on the floor with our legs up the wall having lengthy conversations. That would (perhaps) be better had on the couch or similar? Hmmmmm.
Really though, most of our time in the basement is spent working out.