I got up in the wee hours this morning to run on the treadmill until it was light enough to go outside (6.5 miles). Catherine and I spent a good deal of our 22 miles on Saturday talking movies and tv shows. I waxed eloquent on the existential qualities of No Country For Old Men, and had a deep discussion about the film's major themes of choice vs. fate. I now want to read the book for better examination of those themes and character development. She said that was too deep for a 5:00 a.m. run on the treadmill, and told me all about Alias. I NEVER, I mean, NEVER watch tv, except Saturday Night Live, unless it's on disk. So Catherine was kind enough to loan me the whole series. She claims all the butt-kicking Jennifer Garner does will inspire me. So today I started out watching the whole first episode of Alias and then hit the trail for another 6+ miles. The trail was lush, wet, post-rain fresh. It made me remember all those mornings my Dad would drag me out of bed before junior high school to do our little 4 mile run on granite dirt roads in the hills around our house. The dew would drip off the eucalyptus trees and drip like rain. The moisture in the air was so thick it would condense on your arms and face. The quail and jack rabbits would scatter into the the fog as you came upon them. As I was thinking of this, MichelleL, Josse, and Sasha were running toward me on the trail (FRB celebrity hour!). Michelle turned around to greet/meet me but I was shy because I was wearing my crazy treadmill get-up which includes tiny compression shorts (trust me, not attractive in the light of day). Hi Michelle! I am now fully dressed!...... Anyway, what a beautiful morning. | 