We’re getting into the big miles now.

A couple weeks ago, I set yet another treadmill record — 15 miles. That’s a long run made longer by doing it on the treadmill. But it was snowing that day and the roads were icy, so it was the way to go.

Then the weather finally started to turn, oh so slowly. It hasn’t exactly been that burst of springlike weather that’s so fantastic when it comes. Instead it’s been a slow warm-up and retreat of the snow and ice, kind of like what Robert Silverberg’s characters say is about to happen at the end of Time of the Great Freeze. But at least the roads are safe now.

Today it was 17 miles in high 40s and wet (it poured last night) and foggy. It was uneventful, which is just what the doctor ordered. So I’m feeling pretty good about where I stand, with almost two months before the big day.

Here’s hoping winter is gone for good. (Yeah, I know — it isn’t.)