Running Commentary

Track workout so quick that it didn't even happen! That was yesterday--between the rain and the track being refurbished, this aging speed demon cried "uncle" and went for a nice, soggy slow one on the roads.

The cold was yesterday, when many Minis converged on the parking lot at the Mt. Bachelor ski lodge for a lively autocross race. The only problem? Merely a summertime blizzard. As volunteer course marshals, Z and I froze. People were skiing . Of course we hadn't brought any cold-weather clothing, and our jeans were soon soaked, along with our feet, brains, and every other part of us. Funny thing is, it was almost fun. Almost. The hot was this morning, when I went for an incredibly lovely run along the Deschutes River under a cloudless sky. The trail was pristine, and I didn't see another soul. All thoughts of my achey body were driven out by this magical trail. We're heading back home tomorrow (with a short stop in Arcata), and I know I'll have to decide how to deal with this latest infirmity. But for today, my running self is at peace.

From home, which is to say, from me--because when I'm in my running shoes, I'm home.   I've briefly escaped the madness of life in the home-improvement zone, as Z and I left the construction site on Sunday and motored north. Destination: Bend, Oregon, venue of the 2013 version of Mini Meet West .  Z Loves these little cars, and if I were to love any cars at all, it would be these. It was fun being the chase vehicle for a caravan of 35 itty-bitty vehicles as their caravan snaked up I-5 to Redding, where everyone spent a night (not all in the same room, folks). Monday we completed our journey to Bend, and here we are for a few days. It's a bit rainy and cool, but not unpleasant. This morning we went to the Shine and Show portion of the meet, where we found almost 100 teeny tinies all spiffy in the rain. Click on the image to the left and you'll find the sticker in the upper right-hand corner says "Actual Size." That's Mini humor. Meaning it'...