Usually I love having a running partner on long run days. It makes it the miles fly by. But occasionally what I anticipate to be a lonely, slow-moving run turns out to be not so bad, in a fourteen miles of solitude, three podcast, one mile of cherry blossoms kind of way.
P.S. Shout out to Serial and This American Life for their new baby S-Town, which narrated my entire run. I laughed, I cried, I overanalyzed Southern accents.