Every now and then, I cry after I run. It happens less frequently now but, there was a time when post-run sobs were as predictable as tight calves. One or two sweat-stained tears would seem to bubble up and out of my lungs, choking the pace of breath I'd been controlling over several miles of running. I'd spent the entire time running while managing aches, pains, fatigue, boredom and doubt. Then, I'd realize the finish line was near and let loose the cork. Once, I nearly hyperventilated during my first half-marathon because the sobs rocked my breathing. I'm gonna have to dedicate some time to talk about tears this summer since I'm going to be training for several events. Tears will certainly be a part of the program. Today, I just might cry because it's so beautiful outside....