Before the Gluttony

I didn't even take my running gear with me to Kansas this past weekend. I knew it was going to be cold and busy with family time, so no reason to really try and shoehorn in a run. Today was warm, around 70 degrees, and a nice day for a pre-Thanksgiving outing. I ran 5 miles, all good and felt strong. My Garmin beeped at me about two hundred yards shy of the two-mile mark, which was odd. By the time I made it back to the start/finish line it was only about twenty yards off. I guess I can blame it on the wind and clouds. Or sunspots. Or whatever.