The Handsome Man with Athletic Thighs
Running In Circles
 
Friday, March 23rd


While Angie went off to work, I spent the day as a solo parent. The time passed easily, however, as I spent most of the day with Angie's Friday Play Group. By the time I was ready to head out, Angie was on her way home. She met me halfway, and we went to dinner with the host of the play group and her family. Alas, that precluded going for a jog. I have a 10-mile trail race tomorrow, though, so the layoff might be for the best.
 
 
Thursday, March 22nd


After I helped my dad move a stump, I ran an easy four miles. It was raining pretty hard, so I was fairly miserable. At least it's warming up a little.
 
 
Wednesday, March 21st


I ran seven miles after work. I started out at a fairly easy pace, but over the last mile I had the wind at my back and my legs felt good, so I picked it up a little. I managed a 7:05 mile without pushing myself too much. I probably just had a little extra juice since I skipped my run yesterday.

I saw House Finches, Black-capped Chickadees, and a ton of American Robins, but until I finally see a Tree Swallow, it's not officially spring—I don't care what the calendar says.
 
 
Tuesday, March 20th


While I was driving home from work, it took all of my effort not to fall asleep behind the wheel. When I finally got home, the only thing I had energy to do was lie down and take a nap. That little bit of sleep put the kibosh on my evening jog. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
 
 
Monday, March 19th


I managed to get out for a six-mile run today, despite the awful weather. At times I felt like I was running in a creek instead of on a trail. Because I let the rain scare me, I dressed too warmly. Man, did I feel bad by the time the run was over. Today was more of a mental workout than a physical one. By proving to myself that I could go out and get it done in miserable conditions, I should have no trouble getting it done when it's nice. We'll see if that logic holds up.
 
 
Saturday, March 17th
St. Patrick's Day


I went for an easy six-mile jog around noon today. While I was in the woods, I saw a pair of peckers flapping in the breeze—Pileated Woodpeckers, that is. About five minutes after I finished my run, it started to rain. Hard. Looks like my timing was impeccable—for today, at least.
 
 
Friday, March 16th


I didn't go to work today. Instead, I took a crack at being a stay-at-home parent. Things went well. I managed to squeeze in a brief run after Angie came home from work. I had planned to push the Little Dude in the jogging stroller, but it got late quickly. Once Angie got home, it was faster and easier just to go by myself. The weather was gorgeous. I ran my workout in a T-shirt for the first time this year.
 
 
Wednesday, March 14th
Happy p Day


I ran an easy six miles after work today. It was sunny but cool. I saw a ton of people riding their bikes, and I spotted a couple of mergansers and one big GBH.
 
 
Tuesday, March 13th


As I headed out for an easy three-mile jog this afternoon, I heard the alarm cry of a robin, followed by the thundering wing-flaps of a flock of starlings taking flight. Suddenly, a Sharp-shinned Hawk swooped into a shrub directly in front of me, going for a starling that wasn't paying much attention. The starling got away at the last second. The victimless hawk hopped onto a better perch and gave me a reproachful look. It seemed to be thinking, "Thanks for scaring off my dinner, jerk."
 
 
Monday, March 12th


I went for an easy six-mile jog after work. Things were going well until I felt some moisture dripping from my nose. I swiped at it with my sleeve, which came back covered with blood. Yup, nosebleed. I was slightly more than halfway done, so there was nothing to do but finish my jog with blood streaming down my face. I tried to clean it up with my shirt as I continued along, but that mostly made a mess of my shirt. Luckily, and for the first time while running with a nosebleed, my shirt wasn't white. Still, I'm sure I looked like I'd been assaulted. Good times.
 
 
Friday, March 9th


I didn't run today. The little dude had a doctor's appointment, and between that, picking up his prescription, and dozing off when I got home, I ran out of daylight for a jog. On the plus side, today is the little dude's half-birthday.

Six Months
 
 
Thursday, March 8th


I managed to squeeze in a three-mile run today, even though I felt quite uninspired to run. Between my usual time crunch, rain, and a lingering head cold, the thought of slogging around outside didn't strike me as much fun. As usual, once I got out there and did it, I felt much better.
 
 
Wednesday, March 7th


I've meant to update here for a long time, but I've fallen so far behind, I'll never catch up. The most exciting thing I've done is head down to LA to watch a stage of the Amgen Tour of California. I intended to watch two stages, but I was throwing up all day when I planned to go out to Balcom Canyon, and I just didn't feel well enough to make it out that day. So, I only saw the final stage, which was great. I want to put a page together like I did last year, but this set from my Flickr page will have to suffice for now.

(On a side note: I was perusing the Velonews race reports when I ran across this picture. If you look closely, you can see yours truly taking photos. I'm in the gray sweatshirt and black hat, and I appear to be springing from the yellow helmet of the motorcycle driver. Graham Watson took my picture. I don't think anyone realizes how cool I think that is.)

My training has been on a bit of a roller coaster—some weeks are good, some weeks are bad—but I think I'm back into the swing of things. I've seen a lot of birds on my runs, everything from Bald Eagles to Belted Kingfishers. Actually getting out to run sure improves my chances of spotting something cool. I don't get too many rarities to perch on top of my TV.
 
Sometimes I feel like I'm breathing underwater.