Maybe two miles tops, but it was just so wonderful to be outside in the sun. It’s probably a good thing I know Central Park well because when I get out there I really let my brain slip into neutral. If ran like that somewhere else I think I’d get lost. As it is the battle is always to remember to stop. I injured myself the last time by pushing past the point of stupidity so I’m trying to just nudge up against it this time.
I also got in a couple of hours of writing so a fairly productive day for a Sunday. And now the Yankee-Angles are on which wraps things up nicely.