I got a jump on my resolution for 2008 today and went for a lunchtime run between morning and afternoon clinics. It is stunningly sunny and lovely out today: 40-degrees and bright. I ran from DFM straight down to the waterfront near Peir 66, headed north along the water toward the Olympic Sculpture Park, which I bypassed to avoid the temptation of touching the art. I ran through Myrtle Edwards park along the pedestrian path to a little spot with parallel bars and a sit up platform. A little of this and that on the bars, then back south toward the sculptures again, facing into the bright December sun, which at best seems to rise halfway above the horizon and so far to the south that I was running right into it. Nice though. I wonder how many lux you get on a day like today?

Getting back to clinic took a little more uphill energy, and I started to fade a bit. But reminded myself that lunch awaited, and managed to press on.

Again, I did not touch any sculptures.

Thirty minutes remain now between me and my afternoon clinic.

Today it was easy to keep my resolution. We'll see what happens when the rain comes back.

Who knew rei would be busy today?

What Are the Odds?

I went to the Seattle Aquarium this morning with my girls. A hundred-thousand or so marine animals. I managed one crappy picture of a person.

Seattle Snow

Day off today.

Zoë wouldn't nap this afternoon and it was snowing, so we headed out for a run. There were huge snowflakes falling, covering the connected parks on our usual route but sparing the paths. Nice. Zoë fell asleep in the jogger after about twenty minutes--she needed it. As we dropped from the hilly stuff down to the lake, the snow turned into rain, which was unpleasant. I was dressed for snow, not rain, so I got soaked but pressed on, feeling like I had a lot of stress to get out. We ran along the lake for a couple of miles then headed back up through Mt. Baker Park. Near the top of the hill, the flakes got big again and there was more snow sticking to the grass. Zoë woke as I stopped to take a picture of the snowman (some industrious kid made the best of almost nothing).

We dropped back into our little valley, got home, wrung ourselves out and waited for Brooke and Elliott to wake up from their naps, finished making peanut butter cookies, and drove in the slush--becoming ice--to see Sachi and Travis, who just had baby boy five days ago. I got to see them in the hospital, a benefit of working there, but Brooke and the girls hadn't seen him yet. We took them some black bean soup, cookies, and satsumas. Zoë made a total mess of their place for an hour, and we headed back home for the slow, chaotic descent into kid bedtimes and now my own.

I'm on tomorrow morning early and need some sleep, so off I go.

Tomorrow it'll be fifty degrees and the snowy world of today will be gone. Maybe that snowman will see Monday.