Today I realized that red was a terrible color choice for a St. Patrick's Day race.

This weekend sunshine and the soundtrack from Glee gave me pretty solid assists in the completion of a long run.

Last weekend while I was on an uncharacteristic run, a man on his way home from a street fair offered me a beer. I declined.

Today I missed an obvious opportunity to give a friend a high five on the street. By the time I realized what happened it was too late. I am ashamed.