If I'd gotten around to posting this earlier, maybe you'd make the 6:30 run in Prospect Park tonight. But never fear -- every day is a perfect day for running.
Take this morning, for example. After dragging myself out of bed at 4:30 a.m. for a bevy of tasks, I managed to squeeze in a 2 1/2 mile jaunt that took me to the top of the Brooklyn Bridge (and even missed the rain to boot). With only a couple of other people up at that hour, the solitude was blissful.
Admittedly, perhaps I could have gone for a run this evening with Deena Kastor, or headed up to Boston for a workout with Bill Rogers, but so be it.
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