After the past few days of wearing ski pants and ridiculous outfits, it felt great to run this morning in plain old tights and a long-sleeve. I even rolled up my sleeves the last few miles. Whew. And it was a nice long run too. I deliriously stumbled until I met Megha, who dragged me down Mass Ave. to meet Laura. Then I tagged along through Allston, down Commonwealth, to Mass Ave. again. Laura turned to go home, Megha turned to go shopping (who else goes grocery shopping at 6:30 a.m.?), and I turned toward Cambridge. Ran across the bridge, got lost in East Cambridge like I always do, ran up 28 a few miles and back to my place. Whew. I haven't G-mapped it yet, but it took 2 hours and 1 minute. Hooray for "nice" weather.