"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)
5 miles in 48 minutes. Ran past the George House Coffeeshop, past the "Crazy Church" and halfway to the DOW plant.
It was in the 40s and sunny. In January.
All I wore was a light windbreaker and warmup pants. No gloves necessary.