a weekend of trillium

last sunday i was gonna write about running in a hail storm.

but i didn't.

and then i was going to write about pilates on monday, and stretching in general.

but i didn't.

and then i was going to write about my annoying spring cold that was hindering my running on tuesday and wednesday.

but i didn't.

so we'll skip all that. i have my first official "run" next saturday. i know i haven't put in the mileage i need, but i still think i can do it. this weekend julian and i got in one last snow-shoe outing at trillium lake that served as my cross training. the sky was cloudless and periwinkle blue. we saw three igloo-building lesbians. to be fair, so we can't confirm they were lesbians, but applying the logic of that militia dude up in murray, idaho, who hypothesized that ALL women from oregon were lesbians, i think we can safely assume they were. we left them to their igloo-building activities and moseyed on our way. we ended up circling the lake, stopping for a look across the ice, an apple and a bit of chocolate. as we rounded the lake near the dam, we spied a very plump otter out on the ice. he kept an alert eye on ringo, and at the first safe opportunity, in an instant he disappeared under the ice. we slushed out way back up to the car... quite a hike actually, and the slushy snow would give way under our feet every now and again as if we were walking in deep sand...

this morning we went for a walk in the sunshine, before we started the day - i snapped the pic of the purple trillium along the way. amazing how spring is in full bloom down here and up at the mountain it is still winter...

i did run today. not sure how far i went. i thought it would be fun to try forest park. but i'm not familiar with the trails. i'm interested in trail running, there is a 15K trail run in clackamas in july. i like the idea of being out in the woods. but man i was running up for a looooong time. the hills killed me, but i kept plugging away. shuffleshuffleshuffle. some wiry teenage boy loped past me chewing up the hill like a whitetail deer on a game trail. wippersnapper. whatever.

at the end of this, after bloomsday, i'm thinking of some sort of body modification. not sure what, not sure where (tho i have ideas). more on this later...