I ate my salad within sight of the reference desk in case anybody needed anything because I’m the only grown up in the library today and that is just bonkers. You know, when I eat salad instead of a cheeseburger I am less likely to crave a donut. It’s just true. And not that I have some moral qualm about eating a donut, but I do want to weigh less so running is easier. So I ate my salad and thought about running, really happy with my mileage this week, up to 26 miles, 5-2-5-10-4, that last four tomorrow morning at a race. Solid numbers. I want more of them.