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

Screen Time

As late as Monday morning, I was planning to write an entirely different post. I was at the ass-end of a particularly stressful week, as I struggled to re-adapt to Florida after a lovely ten days away. Add in the paperwork, the legwork, and the *shudder* talking to people as I worked my way through