A Season for Impatience

First things first: 7.02 miles at a dead 12-minute pace. Not too shabby. Yeah, that’s a pretty slow pace. But that doesn’t mean my running isn’t progressing smoothly. I ran the whole thing, even the long ramp up from the Schuylkill River Trail to South Street. My feet might have been a little sore, but

Mud on Our Hands

Well, it’s that time of year again, and of course I mean Daylight Savings Time. I think by now my feelings on the time change have been well established, but just in case you’ve forgotten, I love DST. I love having an extra hour of daylight in the evening, even if it comes at the expense of