OK, I'm getting there. After a frustrating Monday instead of going home and feeling sorry for myself I got home, lounged for a few minutes and then went for a run. Outside. In 46 degree weather.
It felt great, it made me smile. Halfway back on my route down Logan I really had the feeling that no matter how bad things get, at least I could always run.
Not that things are that bad, or really barely even worth mentioning in the grand scheme of things, but I think I'm getting hooked after all these years of trying. Or it's just spring fever, but I'll take it!