Five miles after eating a chicken wrap at the Knights of Columbus. It was warmer out today, but not too bad. Pace was easy, but progressively faster.
It was dark by the time I got home. One thing I've noticed lately that's a little weird is that I don't particularly care for running in the dark when it's nice out, but during winter it doesn't bother me. Maybe it's because I have no choice in the winter, or maybe it's the time (usually I run before dinner in the winter) or maybe it just seems darker when the trees have their leaves. I don't know. But the last few times I have had to run in the dark I feel hypersensitively alert.
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