As we left Boston yesterday under sunny skies after a night of flood worthy rains, we heard of this thing called snow falling in NY and just above us, back in New Hampshire. So we’re wondering, are the god’s of weather smiling on us and keeping it away until we reach more southern climes, or are they about to slam us in the perfect storm from behind and in front?

Whoa! That title looks like a cross between some seriously complex algebra and a word problem. I was never very good at math, but for some reason I could always do the word problems. ANYWAYS, this post is not about math. It's about the fact that I went in an 8K run this weekend and I didn't die. This is not really that much of a surprise, because I ran 8K on Friday too, but progress is progress, people.