It's funny what constitutes a "marathon effort" these days. Yesterday, I completed my longest run in three months -- 8.7 miles. It was -17 degrees Celsius with the wind chill, but I kept a good clip and felt well. I could have run further, but, alas, I operate in increments of two hours these days. If someone would have told me a year ago that anything over eight miles would constitute a "long" run, I would have laughed (or cried). But so it goes.
And last night, Ryder slept for the longest stretch ever between feedings. Maybe it had something to do with my run? I need to aim for ten miles this week...
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