It's 10:00 at night.
The temperature has dropped into the 50s.
The Orioles stink again.
And there are races to train for.
So I found the hilliest three miles I could in Manchester and Mt. Wolf, and I ran them.
And it was great.
One year ago, I was about to be rolled back to the operating room for bilateral fasciatomy surgery to alleviate my exertional compartment syndrome symptoms.
On Sunday, I'm going to run a half marathon. It's going to be hot, humid, and maybe even raining. But this time, I am going to appreciate every mile.