Knock on wood, I’m on a roll.  Two runs in three days.  If there is enough advil and rest between now and Tuesday, I may get back in the game with my running buddies and make it three.  The best part is that all I can think about while I run is writing.  Things to write on my blog.  Love stories.  Confessions.  Sultry fiction that takes place on the racquetball court.  MBA-inspired corporate thrillers (is this even a genre?)  Speeches.  Toasts.  And of course, lists of things to be grateful for:

• the pair of ducks that have nested in my neighbor’s yard
• sore legs from running; resisting the urge to Aleve®
• a few racquetball victories; more and more games on the books
• forming consulting companies with classmates
• the way a fresh coat of nail polish makes your hands look so pretty all day long
• flowers, flowers, and more flowers; more flowers
• skinny jeans
• spring shoes
• Sunday morning coffee
• Diene’s event planning skills
• What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami