The jogging path snakes through the woods, and as I approach the 3/4ths mile mark I shield my eyes against the low-angle sunbeams. For a moment I catch sight of someone ahead of me—blonde ponytail flying, going fast. Can I catch her? I think I see her again as I round the next curve, and then she's gone. I unconsciously accelerate the rest of the laps. Dream? Mile splits: 9:38 + 8:45 + 8:17 + 7:23.
^z - 2010-07-10