3 miles: watching the sun rise, and enjoying the cool.

Elrond and Thranduil, I like to think they're friends 😁 #lordoftherings #elrond #thranduil #thehobbit

I love running for the unexpected discoveries. Today I dragged myself up a hill and found a butt plug hedge.

3 miles yesterday morning, that felt good despite being unable to find my running headphones. My brain filled in the lack of tunes with “The Impression That I Get,” a criminally catchy song that I loathe.

A dream of the fields study

After two weeks of garbage runs and involuntary rest days because of the wretched cold, I am back! Joy! Rapture!

Storefront for the modern condition.

Irritably experimenting with resting as a way to stop being sick. Seems fake, but I’m desperate. Have a tiny “stuck in meetings“ doodle of a painting instead in lieu of a running report.

Really looking for anyone with bottle baby experience who could take on up to 5 2-week old kittens (or two 3 week old kittens). Things with mama Shiva are just not stabilizing and she is beginning to neglect the kittens and I am going to have to step in. I am beyond capacity, overwhelmed, exhausted.

If you are in the Edmonton area Fiasco is still missing - please check garages and sheds and engines! Let's get him home, please share x

2 more miles. My sinuses have gone nuts, but so far whatever is going on is staying out of my lungs. Between humidity and sinus nonsense, it was a bit like running with my head in a bucket of water, but it was still a nice run.

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One of those runs where my energy and form and plans all matched up and running felt effortless. And I got to check out my neighbors’ grapes.

I have decided that the heirloom tomato and halloumi on focaccia sandwich may be the best summer sandwich.

Me: another cup of coffee will fix me. Coffee: your lack of boundaries is troubling.

Today marks the return of sunrise runs. It’s going to be too hot again today, but my short run felt good. Score one for the reluctant early bird. I’ve been waking up at 4:30 regularly whether I want to or not. (I don’t.) This is minor compensation.

I was reminded today of what a triumph of public health the cratering of the breast cancer death rate is. We have better treatments today, but the game changer was the push for regular mammograms that began in the 90s. The all up 5 year survival rate is about 90%, one hundred years ago it was 10%.

2.6 miles. The run was supposed to be longer, but my body draws a hard line about running in the heat, and I reached my limit before I reached my distance. This folks is why I will probably never be a marathoner, my attitude towards unnecessary discomfort is summarized as “nope.”

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2.6 miles, including some speed work. Apples are joining the blackberries in sliming the sidewalks and the world smells of apple cider vinegar and blackberries. It’s one of my favorite smells, the essence of late summer.

4.26 miles, I’m back to getting up in the dark on my longer run mornings, and while I’m always a little sad to see the back of high summer, we need the rain and coolness of fall.

4 miles this morning. I thought lots of deep and worthy thoughts and forgot all of them because it was such a beautiful morning.

Signs of the season: ripening blackberries and (not my shoes) shoes discarded to run around barefoot on the lush grass in the park.

3 miles and change. It was supposed to be a negative split run. My body decided that it didn’t want to run slowly and went off like a jackrabbit. It was a negative split, but the whole exercise was one of me torn between enjoying the zoom, and trying to slow down. Bodies are ridiculous.

2 miles, with a salutary reminder that I have more fun running when I’m open to the run I’m actually having, not the one that I wish I were having.

it has been said over and over but it’s worth reiterating in the face of this horrifying decision: RFK is quite literally joining the war on cancer on the side of cancer

If you see this, post a sword.

A delightful one mile snack of a run this morning. I’m locked in exhausted battle with my body’s limitations. The world is still beautiful and I do get to run in it, so it’s not all bad.

2 miles, getting back into the swing of things, and continually bemused every time I pass the banana hedge. I believe in climate change ,but the Pacific Northwest still seems like a strange place for this degree of banana inspired landscaping.

“Emotional support weed whacker” is the best and truest summation of my favorite part of the weekend. The lady at the hardware store that sold her to me, told me that a little power tool facilitated destruction always cheered her up, and she was right.

It is worth noting in between the doom that many people before have felt like the world had gone utterly mad, and usually they were right, and that further this has in no way stopped the cats from plotting and the flowers from smelling nice. Gods fall. Societies collapse. We try again, always have.

This is so much righteously angry fun.

It’s tomato season! Finally! Tomato tarts can now commence. This one has smoked goat cheese and chorizo, because the farmers market gods have smiled upon the household.

I fell and skinned my knee two minutes into my run this morning. I feel like I ought to get a do-over on today (and frankly this weekend, which was one gigantic migraine). But please accept this little goon playing hide and smack.

3 soft, mizzling miles here: the sort of run where everything clicks. Even the speed work on the menu felt good in the “let’s see what I’ve got in me” way. It’s amazing what cooler weather and good sleep do.

2 miles on a soft, misty morning. There was no speed in me, but I enjoyed the run nonetheless (once I stopped). The neighborhood is full of ripening apples. How is it nearly August? Why is time like this?

3.5 miles. The echinacea a couple of blocks over that I love is doing its luminous coral thing. And while it was hazy, it wasn’t too warm. Perfection. I’m once again contemplating the joy that loving something for its own sake brings. I run because I love running. 🧵

Somehow it’s Friday and I haven’t posted run pictures at all this week. Today was lovely, with a crisp breeze that kicked up every time my very tired self was questioning this ridiculous hobby.

Thanks to Superman, I have now spent a pleasing amount of time contemplating an animal behaviorist who helps super heroes with super powered pets.

Despite my unease, I'm still just a cow in some trees

Speaking of which, this morning’s run was beautiful and the Mountain was out. I’m pretty sure it’s because my parents are in town.

2.6 miles this morning. In an effort to be more attentive to my joy, I ran down by the water and enjoyed a post-run coffee staring out at Vashon Island.

I made a book, a very tiny book. On vintage paper with watercolour illustrations and a nonsense verse. If anyone wants to publish it for me I would be overjoyed. This is just a rough to see how it works out

"Ich askid ChatGPT," Well Ich askid the stones, and the forest, and the starres, and the mountaynes, and what thei seyde was learninge, and dreames, and growinge thinges, and makinge art, and a worlde wher we talke to each othir and care about each othir.

A short run before it got too hot. Too hot is a very flexible concept for a lot of people but my body is pretty sure it’s around 65 degrees if humidity exists anywhere west of the Cascades. We’re getting into the season of fallen fruit on sidewalks which delights me. The profligacy of it all.

3 miles on Friday morning that I did not mean to get up quite so early for. My internal alarm clock has alarming ideas these days, but I was out before the day got sticky. I’m feeling beauty keenly right now: “Though much is taken, much abides.” I find myself compelled to cherish the abiding.

I had a short run planned today, but I somehow managed to knock 2 minutes off my mile. It felt good. The rest of the day has been a ghastly admixture of annoyance and nightmare, but I’m hanging on to the memory of this morning when I briefly had wings.

2 miles this morning that didn’t suck, thanks to listening to my still cranky ankle. Yesterday a mile that inexplicably sucked rocks. I looked at my pace and realized that I had really pushed my pace. I have no idea what any of this means besides bodies are a mystery and I probably need more sleep.

2.4 miles. I write these small reports because it seems a weirdly radical thing to share my love of something that I’m not good at and have no intention of monetizing. My running resists transaction. It just is, like the flowers and landscapes I photograph.

2.3 miles in recovery mode. I am eagerly looking forward to running faster.