Well, the non-running streak is over. I went for a short jog this morning in the fog and drizzle under the BQE, through Brooklyn Bridge Park, past a long line of Jehovah's Witnesses on their way to their communal prayer breakfast, past a car that looks as old as I feel, and then I was home. I went slow. It didn't hurt. It's great to be back, even heavier, slower and with no aerobic base. . .