Day 11

Have hauled myself back up to 50-minutes of steady running.  Today was one of those runs that started weak and ended strong, which is so much better than the other way around.  And there was no rain, shockingly.  I enjoy whimsical puddle-jumping as much as the next fun-loving runner, but as of late, the puddles have become epic, nameable bodies of water, killing all sense of whimsy in a soggy throttle.
But all that rain is pointing towards a verdant spring, and already, green things are sprouting!