Tara's phone said 18k, mine said 15k. Eh, neither here nor there! At any rate, it's the furtherest we've ever done it 1.) together, and 2.), after Covid. That wasn't the only buzz from the  workout  Where do I start! The weather was beautiful, at least when we started, fresh and sunny. During our run it also snowed and blizzarded.  The first point is that this woman is good at this. She goes and goes methodically, rhytmically. And goes, ang goes. This is excellent for me, as I lose focus at times and stop *ever so* briefly to stretch an ankle, or get lost in the peisage (some cool spaces have appeared in this neck of the woods that I hadn't noticed before), or not pay attention to the right turning of the road, or stop for a second to switch from podcast to playlist - to radio station - to audiobook - to some recordings I made 467346723 days ago - to a Ted talk - to a call to a friend. I exaggerate, but still.  None of that happened during the long run on saturday

What an Okay weekend! The weather has been incredible, no one was hurt and some progress has been made. The kids were out all day, so I had all the day to myself.  Planned to go for a cheeky morning-ish run, then do some work, catch up on some things. I say morning-ish because I am a person of great enthusiasm and great intentions, and a master procastinator, and that's not even a caricature. So at 12.30ish pm I exit the house, all geared up, sunhat, glasses, suncream, running belt with 2 drinks, snacks, energy gel, podcast set to play, favourite runniing leggings on, world was my oyster.  On a last ditch at procastination, after the nearnest traffic lights I decide to message Tara to remind her to run this weekend, as I am doing it now. It's been incredible hard to match up our time recently, and it is incredibly unethical and also illegal to kidnap her and shove a chloroform soaked sock in her mouth, lock her in a room, feed and water her, then pick her brains at stuff, have