I completed a half marathon on Sunday, something I try to do twice a year. It was an amazing day, in the sixties and the route was along a river in northwestern Connecticut. I managed to shave two minutes off my previous time. The day after was again beautiful. Living in the Berkshires, one takes these gorgeous Autumn days when they come. Any time it could turn cold, and the foliage is beginning to peak. We have had major snowstorms as late as June and as early as Halloween. So the day after my 13.1 I needed to run rather than take a much needed rest. It was a slow one and I allowed myself to walk the length of a dirt road that it on my usual route. The result...
