"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)
Today, Fargo made it up to 41 degrees. How did sport and I celebrate this near-record event? We went for a run, of course. I didn't even bother to groom, the sunny joy had me so intoxicated.
I know. I'm getting dangerously close...
The best part was that our chosen detour from course prepping included the ability to wear shorts in the January weather.