It’s the first day of 2017. We spent the morning drinking coffee and taking in as much quiet as we could before the kids were up. By the time my son was asking if someone would fix him breakfast, I had put on my running tights, a long sleeve t-shirt and my favorite gray sweatshirt with the zip pocket big enough to hold my phone across the front. If I was going to get one thing accomplished to set my intention for the new year – it was going to be a run.

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