My dog and I ran for 70 minutes Saturday morning. I feel great.
I am struggling with how to respond to the unthinkable tragedy in Connecticut on Friday. I think my cousin put it best. We have too many damn guns in this country.
Running is a great way to lose yourself and not think about the troubles of the world. I thought about what the dog thinks. I have no idea. I thought about seeing my brothers on Boxing Day. I thought about what a nice, pleasant overcast day today is. I thought about hills and races I’ve run and races I’d like to run.
In all, it was beautiful morning, more like late October than mid-December. That global warming stuff again.