Now that I'm back to training for the Cleveland Rite Aid half marathon (can it really be 6 weeks away?!), I needed to get back on track with my long runs and start sprinkling in some weekday runs with regularity. My, how I've gotten lazy. Sunday, with the help of B in the jogging stroller, I churned out 6 very slow, very sloppy miles. My reward for this? A glass of old vine zinfandel. And B's reward for hanging in there for an hour of pure boredom? A cup of Mitchell's ice cream, of course!