Some days just totally disappear. Gone in a blink. I ran a mile at 11pm because apparently I couldn’t run one before then. I must have been able to, but I couldn’t. It took me just under nine minutes, and I’m almost certain I must have had several lots of nine minutes throughout the day. I probably spent nine minutes drinking coffee. Nine minutes reading an article. Nine minutes scrolling an endless feed. The nine minutes of running felt better; felt good, actually.