Ten minutes in and I was flying. Well, not really. But it felt that way. It's been such a long, cold winter. And to be dressed only in one layer, moving at my own pace down a path in the suburbs, seemed perfection to me then.
Maybe it was runner's high or maybe it was spring fever — and it certainly had something to do with daylight savings time. But whatever it was, I was not alone.
Everyone I saw — from the ferociously helmeted bikers to the boxy guy padding along in thin sandals — seemed to feel the same way.