Ran just half an hour with my running partners today. One of them just picked up running this September after recently quitting smoking, and she's signed up for a race on Sunday (I volunteer so I'm not racing that one), so I said she should set the pace and destination. She took us down to the beach, which meant we'd have to come back up that mighty hill. For the first time, she ran all the way up the nearly 2-km hill. I was quite proud of her.

And I like that I've been running almost every day for a while. I'm becoming weirder...