Two miles, several puddles (there was a downpour moments before I started this morning), 8°, footsore from a long day in dressy shoes yesterday. I gave myself latitude to just register the two miles, without striving for a pace; I felt great, positively springy, for the first third of a mile, then my joints and muscles all began reporting in as having forgotten how weary and stuff they felt. I permitted myself some walking, some barely-jogging, but I clocked two miles, and therein lies the victory.