It does get better. An early morning 4 mile run on a freezing, early January morning. Minus seven degrees, the pavements white with a patina of frozen snow. What a great feeling it was, legging it down the broad avenue through the estate, past the herd of startled deer. Everything was new and raw and fresh and exciting. I came back, pumped up and starving for everything. I think I’m beginning to see what this is all about.
