There is nothing better than having a cool, hazy blue sky day for my running spirit: dripping sweat not stinging my eyes, leaving at 9:30 and it still cool, and being able to run outside instead of feeling like a gerbil on a treadmill. My path gives me great views of the snow that topped the mountains last week and the colored leaves the storm graciously left me. A planned three mile run doubles quickly when these circumstances are presented. Of course, Anna in her jogger. Yet, in twelve years miss, if you want to come, you'll have to use your own feet.