So P and I got eight miles in this morning. Eight great miles I might add – except for part we ran through a plume of bad air near the Fuller Gas Wells. But geesh, only one stinky plume seems like a blessing these days . . . we usually hit 3 or more plumes. I can’t even begin to tell you how wonderful and exhilarating it is to finally be able to accomplish something like running eight miles again. I was beginning to think surgery had snapped up all my running and I was never to be RS again. But no, go us! Eight full miles.