If you didn't go running yesterday, I feel sorry for you.
I ran in the evening with a friend along the Esplanade in Boston, and the paths were crowded with runners in t-shirts. At first the wind was in our faces, then it crossed our route, then after we ran under the BU bridge it was behind us and we flew "like leaves before the wild hurricane."
Ultimately, weather like this makes me nervous. A deep Puritan aversion to having it too easy makes me suspicious of unseasonably mild weather. I can't help but wonder what Winter has in store for us.
But for a few days, it has been just delightful weather for running. For a few days, anyway, the confines of 200m tracks seem far, far away.
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