Since we’re trying to mentally stretch out weekends around here, and since we were just talking about the sky and the weather and all of that. This is what it looked like during Saturday’s late afternoon run:
Not too bad. Sunday was an even more picturesque day. The Yankee had a rest day planned, but she said “You should go for a run and enjoy it.”
Meaning the weather, I think, which is more likely than enjoying the run. It looked like this:
And so I got in five quick miles. Quick for me. At one point I was running a 6-minute-and-change pace. During several phases I had a comfortable seven-minute mile pace. And then my legs or my lungs would remember I’m not a teenager anymore.
After a run like that, though, you get to use the compression boots. And so I did enjoy that this evening, and it inspired my last Valentine of the season:
Something about all of this meant I was a trending topic on Twitter:
It wasn’t me, but The Jet. This happens from time to time. I’m going to claim it anyway, of course.
Tonight, we had to move around one of the cats’ play things. They protested, as cats do, by sitting on it:
Sit-ins have a long tradition of respect. You wonder if the animals have been checking things out on Wikipedia when you aren’t looking. Maybe there’s more to it than you realize when your pet does the “I know you don’t want me in here, but I’m going to flop down, roll over, go cute and limp” routine. It could be a powerful social statement, when the cat tries to get into your closet.
Go check me out on Twitter, I might be trending! And there’s more on Instagram as well.
