Running in the cold rain
The year is almost over. Perhaps I’ll write a summary a little later.
But right now, I’m just back in from a long run in the cold rain: across bridges, along railroad tracks, into the woods and down to the water again. Slow steady running for an hour and a half. Sometimes that’s the best feeling. Only in the middle, going up the highest hills, did I give in to tempation and really maxed my pulse. Then kept going, but slowly again.