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April 24, 2011, brought snow showers and 30 degree temperatures. After 8 hours behind the computer revising the book, I looked out over my desk and saw Bailey looking at me with his "I- just-want-to-go-out-and-run" eyes. So we did. An hour and fifteen minutes of snow and mud running up toward Joe Pond. We both took naps when we returned.