I dreamed of running again. But, as I got on the plane this morning, the pilot said it was 44 degrees with light showers in San Francisco. No way, I thought. New York was warmer than that.
Surely enough, though, as I got out of SFO, I could feel the chill and see evidence of rain. Google confirmed the 44 degrees. What a welcome back home. I need to get over running in the rain.
Oh, and my right knee is feeling a little wonky. Arthritis?
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