Finally made it out the door this morning, after not running much in the past week. I've been laid low by a chest cold. Ugh. I did run/walk last Sunday, but it didn't feel like much of anything except torture. Today was better. Crystal-clear dawn, some blossoms, some birds.


And a park building mural decorated by small hands. After a mild winter, spring seems to be here. I am grateful for it, and grateful to be out under my own left-right steam. Lord, I am slow, though. One day at a time, I know--one step at a time works, really.

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