I jumped on the fun picture bandwagon. Today I completed 10 miles. 10 miles outside. This is the longest I’ve gone since the half marathon in San Francisco last October. I am so proud. I will probably be a bit sore. But you know what? I’m glad that I can do this running thing. I’m thankful that, despite my own body’s weird tendencies, I am healthy enough to get out there and run and run for more than just me. I am running now because my uncle, the one who is in remission from non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma and who is my honored teammate, just got the official “don’t come back to see me for 9 months” from his oncologist. This is amazing and fantastic news. The treatment he received did its job. And for that I am thankful. And so I will continue to run.