I just ran for two days in a row, which hasn't happened since high school.

I only run when socially pressured, which is how I ever started running Reach the Beach, and basically how this recent singularity occurred too. Wan-Ju is trying to convince me to run the Big Sur marathon at the end of April. I've promised to try training for two weeks, including several hilly days in Santa Cruz on an upcoming work trip, and then decide. So far, I'm loving the mornings across the Brooklyn Bridge and back. But my bike misses me.