In the marathon of life, spring is a false flat. Just when you think you’ve taken the last blow from winter's cold, closed fists - BAM - back we go. It should be warm (it’s not). Or it should be fair (it’s hot). It should be in line with the forecast (it never is). What’s a girl to do!? Per usual, turn off the brain, fire up the persistence - and go running anyway.
We might not be able to control the weather, but we’re not going to let the weather control us.