Today was an exceptional day that offered a gift.
It was 52F. In Indiana. In January.
There are days that need to be taken advantage of, and this was one of them.
When was the next time I would have unlimited time to run in 52F. Look at the rest of the week. It's a freak of nature. It's a gift.
My first instinct was to run an easy 3 with the dog and snag a nap. But how could I waste such a gift?
So a mere mile into the run, I called an audible. We, the dog and I, were doing 7.
And it was glorious.
There's nothing like a break in the weather to bring out the running community. After 23 days of seeing nary a single runner, I passed (or was passed by) no less than 12 runners in my short outing. And that doesn't include the walkers, cyclists, and lone roller-blader.
It was great to see the runners out. I've missed them.
Tomorrow looks to be less gift-like. But that's ok. Having today will get me through the rest.
Good running,
Doug
Numbers: 7 miles on wet asphalt, and one nasty blister.
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