Every year I spend the last six weeks of winter checking my watch every five minutes, waiting for spring to show up. 

It’s the least patient part of the year.  

I often pretend to have more patience than I actually do.

It has gotten warm enough to finally make running a better idea. That warm-on-the-inside, numb-on-the-outside feeling wore really thin. 

Distribution and running. 

Running and distribution. 

I think I just spend most days bouncing between the two.

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