Went out for a brief run this morning. I thought I'd deviate from my usual blog-writing habit of sitting down to write after I've come back from my run, stretched (sometimes), and eaten breakfast while reading the paper. Today I thought well, when I write about running, I'd like to be a bit more connected to my recent run. Especially these days, when reading the paper is like walking into a blizzard in a short-sleeved shirt and deciding just to ignore the weather; that is, after you've read the news, just thinking that you'll ignore it doesn't make it go away. Yikes! So here I am before having even looked at the paper and still having trouble ignoring it. I feel like this pole I saw on my run. (Whew. Glad I'm back to writing about running.) The pole, which struck me as looking seriously alarmed about something, is part of an outdoor exercise area at the Pleasanton Senior Center. I like to stop off there during a run and do a few ugh-ughs to break up the ...