Perhaps I need to be committed to some sort of mental institution ? I think my husband would gladly drive the padded white van . After I came home from my first run of the day , in the early morning dark , glazed in ice , he thought I was nuts .
When he saw me suiting up to head out again that very same day in the sideways , 35 - degree winter - rain - creating - slush weather , he just shook his head .
Emotion: Disgust