It was cold this morning. My fingers are having a hard time typing right now. But still, I wore shorts and a T-shirt. Not a cloud in the sky. And it's been cloudy for a week now. I saw Stephen, one of the zanjeros that trained me. We talked for a while about my brother-in-law's nasty divorce. Then Charlie showed up. They're still changing the canal gates out. So I'll probably see them tomorrow, too. My knee hurt a couple of times when I was going uphill. I hope it's just soreness from not running for a long time.