Oak, we have a woodstove that heats the whole house... so if I want heat, I am dependent on the Mister because I'm just not all that good at starting old Bertha up after a long summer off. He hasn't made any move to light her up and I am hoping maybe this weekend he'll do all that Fall ritual stove stuff.

Meantime, it's alpaca socks and flannel shirts for me!

Yesterday I got off the bus and ran the five and a half miles home. This route is quite interesting - it starts in a plaza, goes up behind the highway onto the North/South Trail for about a mile, and then up one of the oldest roads in the area (now mostly suburban rural-residential.) The trail is very hilly and rocky. The rest of the route has three hills, including the last one which goes up at 7% right before my road, for about a half mile. When I do this on my bike, this is usually an uncomfortable reality of the commute and I bear it. But with running, I sort of just went "in" to the hill. I just took it easy and cruised up. Now, granted my heart was going crazy and I could feel it, but it was not as it is on the bike. I had been fearing running this hill all week and there it was, meek as mayonnaise.

I still managed the 5.5 in an hour - so I am really happy about that.

Today I will do three. Tomorrow looks shot as I have to work late - I was going to do another five up in the city. Now it looks as if I will reserve that five for Friday.

Indy