I jogged through the misty evening last night for about an hour, getting very wet from the fog, rain, and tree-dripping but having a pretty good time. An hour's not a bad length of time to work out, really. By October or so, I hope I can get up to about two hours of running or, more likely, rollerskiing, though in the fall the limitation isn't fitness so much as daylight.
And but so, my sense of accomplishment was immediately diminished to baby-frog size by reading about some recent workouts by Kris Freeman, the top U.S. cross-country skier. In building up his capacity, Freeman is doing some "mega overdistance" workouts, such as a 200 mile bike ride that took ten and a half hours. Such a workout sounds both appalling and attractive - the former because my god, that's gotta hurt; the latter because my god, you could eat anything.