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.