Running is such a mind game. The first mile last night was fun and not bad. (Music does a lot, I’ve decided!) The second mile yesterday was hard for me, tortuous. My thoughts of “Oh, just stop at the next lap” warred with my determination to keep going. I’m pretty sure my plodding, mournful jogging…

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A light dusting of snow swirls in each gust of wind outside. The heater has just clicked on inside and I smell warm metal. The house is quiet: my family is either napping or off at Operation Christmas Child or on a playdate. Sweeping the last crumbs off my lips, my chocolate chip cookie just…

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