Saturday, December 26, 2009

Terfel's Big Day(s)

Two big days in a row for the puppy.

Christmas Brunch 2009

On Christmas we met up with Sj, C, and E for a bit of a walk out at Green Lake. E has a 15-week old Boxer puppy name Jamoca. The walk was fun with Terfel poking his nose into everything and otherwise leading Jamoca around.

Then back to Sj and C's place for brunch ("yum" is not really a strong enough word for "rosemary potato strata, breakfast meats such and yummy bacon and sausage, potatoes (you can never have too many potatoes), baked pancakes, toast and C’s coffee cake"), an occupation which took the rest of the morning and much of the afternoon and involved a great deal of puppy play. To wit:


and

Which resulted in . . .


Boxing Day 2009 turned out to be another big day for the puppy.

Brilliant blue skies and, by the time I bestirred myself from the bed, pretty warm temperatures. One of those amazingly pretty (and mild) Puget Sound winter days.

My cold, of course, has abated (some) but not enough to go run this morning with Sj (and her crew, and I missed a pretty cool run out at Tiger too). Would have a been a fantastic morning but I cannot manage even a block without descending into a coughing fit.

So, M and I decided to take the pup out for a hike at Cougar Mountain. His first time. Nothing like getting him excited about going out there now is there.

Cougar Mountain

Parked down at Red Town and took the Wildside trail out to where it joins with Red Town. A short loop really but lots of ups and downs and interesting things for puppies (and, well, me too) to poke noses in to. He was pretty happy to be climbing up logs.


Just past the trail down to Ford Slope and the Steam Hoist area we met a couple walking another puppy from the other direction. Annie, their Wire-Haired Terrier-Lab Mix, was about the same age as Terfel. We let them off-leash to have at it. About 15 minutes of full on puppy-play and chasing ensued and we had a nice chance to chat. The wind was coming up and branches (small ones) were beginning to fall of the trees. THAT got both the puppies attention.

Continuing on we were passed by a dad walking with his two daughters. This would not be at all noteworthy but for two things: first, one of the girls was plainly afraid of Terfel and second, both girls were wearing their brand-new Merry Christmas cowboy boots (one pair red, the other green). Just the thing for slogging through the mud, right?

Then it was time for a drink once we got to Red Town and so I carefully lifted the little fella up and . . .


He was pretty scared and unsure of his footing. Pawed at the water a couple of time and had a little bit of a drink. The important thing is that he did not panic.

Took a bit of a detour off Red Town down to the Ford Slope Mineshaft to read the signs. Ran down the hill and I almost biffed it on some ice. Terfel had a blast. He was less enthusiastic when we ran back uphill towards M. :-P



Terfel was tired but neither M nor I were ready to head home on such a pretty day. What to do, what to do?

How about stopping to get some more cookies from Immortal Dog and then (maybe) go for a swim out at Magnuson. OK!

While in the shop, Terfel met two lab mixes that had been playing frisbee. One, a young male, hiked his leg and peed all over a box of dog food bags. Hmm. There is a problem there methinks.

Lots of snoring out of the back seat as we made our way North.

Magnuson Park

So many people out walking their dogs in the park today. We put Terfel on Jessica's old Flexi-Line so he could get some distance and walked down towards the shore area. The first thing we came upon were two Pomeranians that were so fat (and puffed out)—imagine very fuzzy fully inflated puffer fish. Terfel tried to say "hello" but they were really having none of it. As round as these two were, however, they were obviously delighted to be out and about.

The water level in the lake has dropped and it was possible to walk along the beach for a very good distance (normally you cannot). Terfel is fascinated by bodies of water but tends to keep his distance. Today he ventured a bit closer and actually put a paw in the water. We came across a woman swimming her dog and Terfel watched and tried to play a bit but didn't go in. I threw a stick for him and he just watched it disappear. I suspect that he'll learn to swim with Jas the next time she goes.

It was pretty amazing to watch Terfel in the fields and bushes. He was bounding excitedly from place to place in obvious enjoyment. So much fun to watch.

Kite Hill was busy with kite fliers and even someone with a radio controlled glider. The kites and some of the kids flying them were very noisy. The kites because the wind was up and the kids, well, can kids ever be quiet when flying kites? I know I couldn't and I'll bet not much has changed. Terfel watched all this for a while and then we continued on down Kite Hill. A woman got out of her car and hailed us just as we were coming off the hill. "May I ask you a favor?" she asked. "Is your dog friendly?" she continued. "Sure" and "Yes" I said, "What can we do for you?" Her grand-daughter had been eyeing Terfel as we came along and wanted to meet him. She couldn't walk. So, the she opened the car door and Terfel jumped up to meet her, eliciting such a beaming smile. I gave the little girl some treats to give Terfel and she did. He was so enthusiastic and at the same time gentle. Turns out, the family was from Gig Harbor and had a baby who was at Children's Hospital. I can't imagine what it must be like to have three children, two of whom have medical difficulties at such a young age. I wished them well as we left but now regret not giving them my number. Perhaps the little girl would like some more puppy time? Her smile was wonderful.

Hmm. Perhaps Terfel has a future as a therapy dog?

Then we ran into (yet another) Lucy. What is it with that and dogs around here? We have three "Lucy's" on our block. Anyway, Lucy does not like puppies, a fact she made quite plain. But her family did, including a toddler and we stopped a bit to chat. I fed Lucy treats and pet her and everyone else pet Terfel. He was loving it.

All this running around in the dirt meant only one thing. Bath Time!

So off to Rub-A-Dub Dog for his very first bath. We'd been taking Jessica there for years, after discovering the hard way that her hair would clog the bathtub drain very, very badly.



What can I say. He did really well after a little coaxing up onto the platform. We wasn't happy about getting bathed but he didn't struggle or otherwise make things difficult. Only one problem. He didn't like the blow dryer. So, we just won't use that.

A very, very busy day which (again) resulted in


Just a few short months ago I was sadly thinking of all the "last" things I would be doing with Jessica. I am finding all of these firsts with Terfel to be wonderfully therapeutic and just plain fun.

I think he has the makings of a fine trail dog. He sticks pretty close, obviously enjoys being out in the woods, is curious, and (actually) likes to run. It'll be a while before we can do that though. Even so, I cannot wait.

Oh yes, I also learned something funny about Terfel's namesake and his pants (Thanks C!)

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The Original Sin - Lapham’s Quarterly



The Original Sin - Lapham’s Quarterly

The Original Sin

by Francine Prose

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But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence.—St. Paul

Hardly anyone noticed this summer when former president Jimmy Carter explained why he had decided to leave the Baptist Church. However “painful and difficult,” wrote Carter in an essay that appeared in the Guardian, his break with the denomination to which he had belonged for sixty years had begun to seem like the only possible response to past opinions expressed and codified by the Southern Baptist Convention. “It was an unavoidable decision when the convention’s leaders, quoting a few carefully selected Bible verses and claiming that Eve was created second to Adam and responsible for original sin, ordained that women must be ‘subservient’ to their husbands and prohibited from serving as deacons, pastors, or chaplains in the military service. This was in conflict with my belief—confirmed in the holy scriptures—that we are all equal in the eyes of God.”



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Cough! Sneeze! Wheeze! Cough! Wheeze! Sneeze!

I am sick (again) and feel like whining a little.

A cold this time (I hope) and a tenacious one at that. Not the kind that puts you down for the count but rather the kind that is just annoying enough to stop you from doing the things you really want to do (like running and heading out to the mountains for some snow shoeing). It is hanging out in my head, throat, and upper chest—moving around as it pleases. Just when I think I've kicked it, it reminds me that I haven't.

So, I haven't run since the 17th and clocked in a whopping 11.30 miles last week (apologies to my mileagegame teammates (Go T3's, I can't)).

So what have I missed?

I DNS'd at the Winter Grand Prix 2-mile road race this past Saturday because my chest felt really iffy and I did not want to drive the congestion deeper down. At least PuddleThumper and MJ had great outings. Err! I hate this!!! Second race this year that I DNS'd because things were just not right.

Moreover, I am supposed to pace SJ on her 16-miler on the 26th. Don't know if I will be in shape for it. Speaking of which, I have to figure out a route with no major climbs. In Seattle no less. Wish me luck.

I know, I know. This forced rest is supposed to do me good. I am just disappointed at not finishing the year healthy.

OK, whining done. Time to move . . .

Monday, December 21, 2009

Au Revoir Mr. Lorenzo

Perry Lorzeno, Seattle Opera's Education Director, died this past weekend.

I met him but once or twice but enjoyed his pre-opera lectures and the more extended series at Seattle U. His insights into Wagner were especially enlightening for me.

Even more, here was a master teacher. A joy to learn from. Capable of gleefully making opera's hoary history come alive with relevance. A joy to learn "how to teach" (and how to learn) from.

His blog and appeal for internet prayers, a heartfelt blog by one of his former students, and his obituary from the Seattle Times.

Rest well, Mr. Lorzeno. You fought the good fight. Someone once said that that you don't die until no one on earth speaks your name . . .

Thank you . . .

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Noughties, 00s: a fond(ish) farewell - Telegraph

Well, this might just sum things up fairly well . . .

Nothing like a decade-long, low-intensity headache now is there?

The Noughties, 00s: a fond(ish) farewell - Telegraph

The Noughties: a fond(ish) farewell

Toby Young takes an irreverent look back at a decade characterised by a yearning for chaos.

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Armed policeman stand guard over passengers at Gatwick Airport in 2006, at the height of terrorist-inspired travel chaos Photo: Gerry Penny/EPA

I was in a French ski resort on January 1 2000 and the first thing I thought about, when the fog of the previous night began to clear, was the Millennium Bug. Deputy US Defence Secretary John Hamre had predicted it would be ‘the electronic equivalent of the El Niño’.

Just how many planes had fallen out of the sky at the stroke of midnight? I plugged my laptop into a phone socket and heard the sound that will forever be associated with the turn of the century: ‘Eeeeee, orrrrrrrrrrrr, ooo-a-ooo-a-ooo-a-ooo-a.’

Is this attraction to chaos a reflection of comfort? For some people, all too many people this world over, this past decade has been all Hell, too much real chaos of every sort. And yet, Young's point about "mediated participation" in all this chaos is apt. A yearning, however twisted, to be "there" in the midst of it all?

A little scary.


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Monday, December 14, 2009

Frazz gets it right . . .

Thanks to SS for passing this along.

In my case, quite apt . . .


Frazz

Thursday, December 10, 2009

A Winter's Day Magic

The rumor is that the Puget Sound is rainy and grey all the time. Much of the time this happens to be true but on occasion (especially during the summer) the region lights up in the sun. Those are the times that I just don't want to leave because everything goes from drabness to brilliance in a flash.

Of late we've been blessed by some early winter sun. The less said about the chilly temps (18 degrees F this morning) or the stagnant air (Stage 2 Burn Ban) the better. It sure looks pretty and after all the bluster of the past few weeks feeling the sun on one's face is a wonderful thing. Or is it just numbness from the cold?

I graded all morning and then, instead of going for a run, decided to take Terfel out for a long walk, his first real ramble actually. Aside from the standard things to sniff we saw some interest and odd things


From Winter Day
Someone (or thing) constructed a very large nest in the Union Bay Wildlife Refuge. Anything that big with a penchant for using blackberry bushes to do this is probably not something I want to run into.

From Winter Day
It appears that someone else (or perhaps the same creature) had a bit of icy fun at the UW's Conibear Shellhouse. There is a fair amount of ice going out some distance into the lake from this vantage. It seems quite thick in places. Thick enough to freeze this dock into immobility.

From Winter Day

Close up of the Ice Man.

From Winter Day

I don't think this boat is going anywhere soon. Good thing winter break is upon us.


From Winter Day

Terfel and the Ice Man.

From Winter Day

Terfel decided to take a puppy nap under Harry the Husky before attempting to cross Montlake Bridge for the first time. I could just hear the furrows being cut in his little brain with all these new experiences. He seemed giddy with excitement and that made the walk all the more enjoyable. We arrived home after and hour and forty five minutes of brisk walking and he was still going strong.

The weather is expected to "improve" if you can call warming temps and the potential for rain and/or snow an "improvement". I'll miss the sun, sitting in a window absorbing the heat looking at the blue skies. Actually, some blues skies and sun reflecting off a new blanket of snow would be quite a treat.

What a nice way to end the quarter.

Monday, December 7, 2009


Nice surprise on my door step this afternoon.

My Nike Free ID shoes arrived.

They are interesting and seem put them together differently than the pair I have for running. Not much in the box except two inserts (5.0 and 4.5 support). The uppers are suede with venting accomplished via the holes you can see in the picture. Major differences in the heel counter too. Instead of a "hard" counter, Nike opted for a thin stretchable and highly breathable fabric that grips the heel but does not hold it.

They were a little tight when I first put them on but within an hour or so they stretched out into that familiar comfort that I have come to expect.

This pair, a little on the "formal sneaker side", are intended as my walking around shoes rather than running.

All part of trying to strengthen my feet, ankles, and legs. I look forward to wearing them.

And where did they come from?

Nike Inc ℅ Quindao Chang Shin

8653287224091

No 6 Quan Zhou Road

Jiaozhou City

Qingdao 266300

China


Thus continues my experiment . . .

Baby It's Cold Outside!




We are in the deep freeze here in the PacNW. And, no, I don't expect any sympathy from those in colder climbs.

20 rather dark degrees F this morning when I took my rather reluctant dog for a walk.

But is HAS been stunningly sunny, a pleasant change from last December when we were wading through tons of slushy snow in a paralyzed city.

Here is a picture of me (courtesy of PT and her DH) finishing the first race of the 2009 Club Northwest Winter Grand Prix. Yep, I wore gloves and a double shirt the entire time and was generally freezing the entire time.

I am pretty happy about how I did. A little slower than last year but I felt much stronger than last year—there was more left in the tank and I could power up Kite Hill and use the downhill to my advantage. Still have that duck-foot thing going though. Almost caught one of those guys I was chasing last year.

Results are out: 110 out of 148 runners with an overall official time 16:20.1.

Here is the data blow-by-blow: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/20085451







Saturday, December 5, 2009

Phys Ed: Can Vitamin D Improve Your Athletic Performance? - Well Blog - NYTimes.com

September 23, 2009, 12:01 AM

Phys Ed: Can Vitamin D Improve Your Athletic Performance?


Phys Ed: Can Vitamin D Improve Your Athletic Performance? - Well Blog - NYTimes.com

Vitamin D is an often overlooked element in athletic achievement, a “sleeper nutrient,” says John Anderson, a professor emeritus of nutrition at the University of North Carolina and one of the authors of a review article published online in May about Vitamin D and athletic performance. Vitamin D once was thought to be primarily involved in bone development. But a growing body of research suggests that it’s vital in multiple different bodily functions, including allowing body cells to utilize calcium (which is essential for cell metabolism), muscle fibers to develop and grow normally, and the immune system to function properly. “Almost every cell in the body has receptors” for Vitamin D, Anderson says. “It can up-regulate and down-regulate hundreds, maybe even thousands of genes,” Larson-Meyer says. “We’re only at the start of understanding how important it is.”

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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Dog ownership better than a gym membership? A new survey says yes | L.A. Unleashed | Los Angeles Times

Dog ownership better than a gym membership? A new survey says yes | L.A. Unleashed | Los Angeles Times

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Well here is something you don't see every day . . .


Welcome to the Magnuson Geyser Basin!

Took the dog for a walk on this most sunny of December afternoons and came upon this scene.

Apparently, this is what happens when you "drain" a water fountain line (or something) for the winter.

Pretty cool.

Sounded like a real geyser too, great whooshes of air.

If you haven't been to the Park in a while you really should take a look at the "new" wetlands constructed on the former site of "Mud Lake".



Sunday, November 29, 2009

Well, that went fast . . .

The Short:

Event: Seattle Half Marathon
Results:
Mar Split 1 = 1st 13.1 miles; Mar Split 2 = last 13.1 miles. HMar Split 1 = 1st 6.2 miles (10k); HMar Split 2 = last 6.9 miles.

Name

Overall Place

Division Place

Age

Chip Time

Official Time

Split 1

Split 2

Finish Order

ROBIN DATTA

1544

168/327

45

2:02:28

2:03:38

1:02:24

1:01:15

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GPS Track: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/19828801


The Long:


It has been a while since I ran long, a month in fact, and the last run was a tough, hilly slog through Ballard that left me feeling quite beaten up. The flu took me totally out for a week and it took two just to come back.


I had a fantastic race this morning!


Woke at 5:00 AM to get ready. It was very calm and quite warm when as I walked the puppy (he is not a "morning guy" and was complaining at the early hour). 49 degrees and little wind so I decided that shorts and one of my light long-sleeved shirts would do. No hat, gloves, or throw-away shirt necessary. Packed my race bag, remembering the bottle of Iskiate I prepared last night and headed over the SS's to wait for our ride.


Once at Seattle Center I headed over to the bag check and took advantage of a whole line of empty Porta-Potties just past a whole line of full Porta-Potties with lines of people in front of them. Dropped my bag and ran into PuddleThumper and she introduced me to "J" who she was pacing.


Lined up just behind the 2-hour pace runners and waited. The Half-Marathon walkers went off to much fanfare and we heard about the Baghdad Shadow Run (some impressive times there). Was it just me, but was it less crowded than it has been in past years?


I got a great start, about a minute to the start mat, and was almost immediately running in the clear going up 5th. This did not stop me from being bumped and elbowed by people wearing headphones (they were weaving off their line and, of course, could not hear anything going on) but I made steady progress up the hill. Two guys running in Five Fingers passed me at this point going like bats out of hell. And then there were the really strange gaits—the guy whose feet and lower legs ended up at almost 90 degree angles to the side, the pigeon-toed woman, and the various (and interesting) injury compensations.


Skipped the first water station at 2 miles and headed up the I-90 Express Lanes.


Hitting the lanes I was passed by two girls wearing t-shirts that read "You are being beat by a 13 year old girl!" Funny! Everyone around me was laughing at this.


I started to think how fast this was all going and how short 13 miles really is (at least it is for me at this point, mentally and physically). We'd be at, what, 4.5 miles or so exiting the tunnel (I think) and then the hard work climbing over Capitol Hill would begin. Looking at my watch, was surprised that my pace was well-under the planned 9:30's and at how smoothly running felt though I am sure that a video would show that standard lumber of mine. A two hour half started looking possible and I decided to go for it. I'd run strongly on the flats and the downhills and try as much as possible to power up the hills knowing that I would have to make up time. Pretty uneventful EXCEPT that I had to run through a potent cloud of someone's gas (it was awful).


East Galer starts the first significant climb of this run. Turning the corner and hitting the uphill I noticed the two 13 year olds to my left. They hit this hill at about the same time. One just dropped away, the other charged but ran out of steam about halfway up. I smiled at this. Yep, I wasn't being beaten by 13 year old girls although I am not sure why this matters (actually, I counted five really young runners in my immediate environs as I went through the course and marveled at their efforts).


East Madison to Lake Washington Blvd through the Arboretum is a long climb followed by a downhill and turn. It was interesting to see how many people that hill took out. I made slow and steady progress and picked up the people that I would basically be running with for the rest of the race: two women carrying cowbells (and ringing them, if that is the right word), a woman in a "Run Calgary" t-shirt, a tall and lanky South Asian Indian man, and a woman with short dark-brown hair done up in a hair-clip, and a bearded man wearing a red wool hat (why??). I was feeling the "heat" at this point and drinking as much as I could get in at the water stations (not much).


Interlaken has to be my favorite part of this race. People in the neighborhood come out to cheer (got the obligatory "Eye of the Tiger" on the boom box) and, well, the scenery is just so pretty that it distracts you from the climb that you are actually doing. Interlaken Park is just peaceful and pretty. Surprise! Surprise! I was running closer to 8-minute miles during this section which, adding the slower climbs, put me at just over 9-minutes per mile.


Slowed some on Delmar doing down over I-5, was thrilled to hear some Boston, and kicked it up a notch on Boylston back under the freeway and onto Lakeview Blvd. Couple of miles left and I was feeling amazingly strong especially on the hills. My group generally stayed together as it were with me surging on the hills only to be passed on the downhills and hold even on the flats. Kicked it into 8:30's or so onto Lakeview. One mile to go!


ONE MILE TO GO!


All downhill too . . .


I started to feel vague, odd because I had been eating and drinking and hadn't really be over-taxing myself. A quick glance at my watch told me why, I was running about 7:45 per mile. OOPS! Backed off and concentrated on holding steady on the final stretch down Republican and onto Dexter. Cow Bell Ladies surged ahead and were complimented on their musicianship by one of the course volunteers. Lost sight of Run Calgary, short haired woman, and tall South-Asian Indian guy. Red Wool Hat dropped away. Saw my first casualty of the day at the final aid station on the course—a tall guy who was looking not-so-well as he lay on the ground being administered to by emergency personnel: pale, closed eyes, and moving jerkily. :-(


The rest of this race went so fast. Caught and passed tall South-Asian Indian guy on Dexter.


Point one-oh left. Down under Aurora. Caught Run Calgary, Cow Bell Ladies, and short haired woman. Tall South-Asian Indian guy caught and passed me and then just started walking up the last hill. I kicked in the afterburners for the final kick. Entered the Stadium running 8:23 and sprinted in running 6's.


Done!


Really cool!


By this I mean, I really enjoyed myself this morning in a way that I have not on the course before. It didn't seem so hard or so long.


Not a PR but a very strong run, especially after being ill.


It is really funny how much detail I remember about the people around me. I never met them but they felt like friends . . .


Can't wait until next year when you know that it will snow, hail, ice storm, and turn tropical all in the space of two hours. :-P


What's next?



What else?



Friday, November 27, 2009

32.5

32.5 hours before the Seattle Half kickoff and, well, this will be interesting.

The flu took it out of me and I've been clawing my way back into running shape (such as it is) so this will be a run and not a race. 13.1 miles is going to be a bit on the longish side given what I've been able to do—had to resist challenging John Curley at packet pick-up today.

Yesterday, PT and I had a wonderful run out at Soaring Eagle and Beaver Lake. It was exhausting and exhilarating at the same time even though I was really tired by the end of the 9.6 miles. PT reports that I run duck-footed and it gets worse the more tired I get, another indication of the regression away from the ankle, leg, and foot strength that I had developed over the summer. Still, it was nice to get things stretched out on some new trails AND to have fun wading through knee deep water.

Been paying attention to the weather on race day. Looks like we might have some sun. Today?

Spectacular!

See . . .

































































Still not that soft-warm sunshine in the ad promos but, you know, it is sun at the end of November and I am not complaining.

I am wearing Bib# 5394 in 32.5 hours.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Cyclists and motorists on collision course -- latimes.com

Now here is some common sense . . .

Cyclists and motorists on collision course -- latimes.com

A physician's conviction in a bicycle crash case reveals a noxious form of road rage.


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Cough Cough, Sneeze Sneeze, Shiver Shiver

Well, I had a snappy way of starting this entry but it fled as soon as I opened the window. One of those very special writing moments.

Did I have the flu? Not sure. I had something that had me sleeping for three days last week (literally) and which has been giving me the low-grade blahs since (still sniffling, coughing, and, on occasion, sneezing). Bad enough that I had no desire to go outside to enjoy the two days of sun in the middle of the week, I missed two days of class last week and have not run a step since Sunday a week ago.

This would be OK but frustrating for the fact that in a fit of optimism I decided to sign up for . . .


Before I got sick.

Yep, haven't run a step and still feeling iffy. This will be fun.

I'll run it without any illusions for racing it and hope to finish in one piece.

For the record. For those of you out-of-towners thinking of this November in Seattle most emphatically does not look like this picture. It snowed the last time I did this.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Wind and Rain

Brutal run this morning.

To begin with, this is what the weather looks like today. See that red blob? That is pretty much where we were.


12 miles with a goal pace of 9:30 over-all.

This was a my first group run for a while (work, puppy, being on the edge of coming down stopped me from doing other runs). Woke up early and took the pup for a walk in the windy dark and then got ready. PT picked me up at 7:00 AM wearing her stylish new British running jacket. Very chilly with intermittent rain showers.

This run started up on top of I-90 as it enters into Seattle, a nice park and bike path. I started off with three other runners with a goal of 9:30 overall for the 12 miles. It was not raining and I began to get hot in my double shirt and hat. Within a quarter mile, however, a squall came in and within seconds we were drenched and cold. As quickly as it came, it passed and we were just cold. Worked hard on the initial climb out towards the Jackson Park Golf Course in Beacon Hill.

This is actually one of my favorite runs. The scenery is quite varied for a city run—a good mixture of urban running and, around the golf course and down to MLK Way. It is not a place I normally run. The track down along MLK towards Tukwilla is interesting, especially with Light Rail in full operation (it is easy to see how cars and trails can clash). So much development mixed in with the older houses, apartments, and shops. Gone is the ugly gash of construction but it still seems a kind of uneasy mix, but one that will eventually become comfortable with the passage of time.

Today this stretch was just tough. Rain and winds coming out of the South, the direction we were running. I caught DB and she pointed out the school at which she teaches. I asked if she told her students that they could see her running by this morning. She said, "No. They wouldn't be up this early." and then made some remark about the school being surrounded by poverty.

Two of the people I started with caught back up with me (they had made a bathroom stop at the Golden Arches) and this is when the rain and wind really got going. My glasses were so steamed and covered in water that I could barely see. The further south we went the higher the winds became until it was like running through water. Very cold too. My legs and arms were red and I thought, well, I'll not really need an ice bath today. 9:30's had not been in the offing for some time. At 9:18 we turned East on South Ryan Way. From behind me I hear "Oh No!" and then I didn't hear any more. This climb has a left hand curve that obscures the remainder of the hill. Only .44 miles but still. Got to the top and started the descent on 51st and that is when I just started feeling like I was done. Lasted until 10.6 or so and then called it quits.


Running has been so hard of late and, for a moment I felt like I had wimped out, but this was just a hard run and I did pretty well considering the conditions.

I earned my left-over Thai noodles and tea this morning.

Tomorrow, I hit the trails at Cougar. Today? Puppy class, warming up, and some grading. Maybe I'll find some time for a hair cut.