The Universe Listened.

I asked and I received what I asked for. Actually, I composed and revised and recited a "letter" while I ran all winter. And the universe listened and was generous.

Thank you.

I got deleted.

The post I started to compose before this one was deleted while in process. I guess that's the universe telling me to suck it up and stop stewing. (Does the universe care if I "stew"?) I started to complain about feeling a sense of futility in my running. I guess it's enough to simply acknowledge that today wasn't good and move on. Breathe and begin again. Tomorrow is another opportunity.