Day 644 - Long day

A biker yelled at me. I didn't hear what he said, but he seemed old and angry. I hope he said something nice. 

There was still compact snow on all the sidewalks and on Grant's trail.

I saw a guy running with spiky hair. Who combs their hair with gel before the go run? I didn't say hi or wave at him. 

My fastest mile was my last. 

A 15-mile-run is perfect way to start a Saturday.