three and a half miler

I was on my second mile; Ramsey heads southward and elbows into South Ramsey. I was following the tarred lines through the streets, temporary patches to the cracking and splitting of old roads. My mind was happily thoughtless. I picked up in the middle of a small hill. A good run after trudging through several bad ones. It is the bad runs perhaps that make this particular run so good. I try to stay positive on crappy runs; I usually reflect that just being outside on the pavement is all that really matters. The last run (yesterday) was on a couple of beers and a failed Titans win. I decided not to even record it; it was really not much more than a glorified walk.