Maura and I haven't been running together much -- different schedules and different goals have made our time on our feet together scarce. But this Monday morning we made it out the door and headed off on a short, brisk run out to the water and back.
Midway down the hill towards the flats, Maura realized that she had an early meeting and had to head back. We doubled back and clocked in at two miles when we hit the front door.
She checked her schedule to confirm and, low and behold, the meeting wasn't until that afternoon. Too bad we missed the full run, but it was great to just get out there together. Two miles is always better than zero.