13 miles

I headed out later than usual, to simulate the time of day that I'll actually be slogging around the lake in three weeks. I did 13 miles, and it was alternately too cold, too hot, windy and still. It was a nice run, with nothing particularly dramatic or remarkable about it. Except that little section at mile 7 when Baba O'Riley came on the iPod and I ran along the street drumming the air with my hands, punctuating the rhythms with little jumps and laughing and singing like a fool. That was fun.