I've been the worst blogger ever. Haven't been updating, haven't been reading, still owe the wonderful Scott a mail about Vegas, feel totally out of it. Wanna catch up soon. Life with the new job has been pretty much work and sleep. I rarely leave work before 10 these days, and I'm back in before 9. I'm hoping it won't last long - I'm getting extra help - but let me tell ya, it's not helping the training schedule any. Progress back to pre-injury levels is painfully slow and I'm not getting in all the time I want.
But today I did a four-mile run (with, ahem, a bit of walking) along my beloved Burke-Gilman trail to Gasworks Park. Have you ever been? It's perhaps my favorite park anywhere, ever. Hulking rusted gasworks loom against little hills and sparking water, and the Seattle skyline. It's the perfect example of how industrial scenery, and things that were never, ever meant to be beautiful, can break your heart. Today, the little store by the water fountain was closed for the winter, but the sun was shining, kites were flying, and the lads were riding unicycles along the winding paths. And even in October, there were still a few blackberries on the bushes.
In other news, we sent got our save-the-date cards and sent them out into the world: