Not that anyone really cares about a totally mediocre runner's Thursday night training run, but I'm going to tell you about it anyway. Last night, my little dog and I ventured to Bear Creek Park - yes, that same Bear Creek Park that I generally despise.  Well, yesterday's run was the fastest I've ever run out at Bear Creek, so I came away with a new found appreciation for the rocky, hilly monster.  My loop was almost a mile longer than the Fall Series II race, but, alas, I still manged to finish it faster than what I ran on Sunday.  Now, that is a way to feel like myself again.  Not only was it fast (for me, at least), it felt sort of effortless. I just went and ran.  If this is glimpse of what's to come in 2015, then I guess 12 weeks off and what I fondly refer to as the "femur-calamity" may have worth it.