4.45

Running is just so much better when it's Saturday afternoon and I'm well rested and it's warm enough outside to still wear shorts and a t-shirt but cool enough that the wind blowing in my face feels good and if my body wasn't warmed up from the running, I'd probably be cold.

It's almost November. I ran my first half marathon two years ago to the day. I have been at my job for almost a year. I have been living in Atlanta for more than five. The time flies by lately. I wonder how many miles I've run in my life. Thousands. And today I'll add 4.45 to that number. Baby steps.