We're close to the spring equinox. The sun sets at 7 pm and rises just after 7 am (of course, it's really 6 pm and 6 am, but we're giving ourselves an extra hour of daylight in the evening.) 
I arrive at sunset and start jogging southeast toward the Venice break-water, invisible in the dusk.
Instead of shuffling along as I usually do, I decide to step long and high like some other joggers I encounter, but this soon tires me.
Then I'm asking myself, "Why did you think it was such a good idea to jog all the way to that breakwater and back?" It's maybe 3/4 mile each way or less, but at the moment it seems
so
far
away.
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