After having spent a week in the warm sunshine of Arizona, I'm back to the reality that is the Pacific Northwest. While the days in Arizona warmed up to 70 degrees, the mornings were chilly, usually in the low 40's. When the sun came up, though, it would warm up quickly. So, 43 degrees in Scottsdale felt a lot different than 43 degrees in Tacoma. Still, when we returned to the Northwest, it was cool but clear (not rainy). Last Friday, after a busy morning and just before a busy afternoon, I escaped at Noon for a quick run. I contemplated even skipping the run, because I was so time-crunched, but then figured a short run was better than no run at all, so off I went. As I was starting out, I heard a loud noise overhead, and looked up to see two F-18's taking off from McChord. And then while I was still looking up, I spotted two bald eagles soaring high above. Those two images, as well as the sun shining above, definitely made my run, though short, worthwhile.
On Sunday, it was another cold, sunny day. I decided to go for a run on the trails. Ryan's first question, upon hearing that I was going for a run, was, "Are you bringing the puppy (Sancho)?" I had originally planned on running by myself, but Sancho looked expectant, so I said yes. I asked Sancho, "Are you ready to go? Did you stretch?" Almost on cue, Sancho did a downward facing dog, followed by an upward dog. I guess that meant yes. He kept me company, pretty much running by my side during the entire run, dropping me on every hill, and then looking back as if to say, "Are you coming?" While it was not a fast run, it was great, as I enjoyed the sunshine, the freedom of the trail, and the company of one of my puppies.
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