"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
Ran 4.5 miles in 45 minutes (yes, I run most training runs at 10-minute mile pace). The weather is pretty darn warm (45 and overcast), so I didn't wear gloves and had to take off my windbreaker about halfway through.
I'm going to eat my greens, beans, and cornbread tonight (that isn't bad luck, is it?).