scene from my jogging commute

Decided to take advantage of the good weather and run from my office to the Mercer island park and ride. I had mapped it out last week, and even thought I had found the right little backpack to carry my clothes home in.

This morning's weather made me think today wasn't the right day for it, but I packed my things anyway. And when the sun came out at 3:00, I took it as a sign.

I got changed inthe locker room,discovering that my little ballet flats alone pretty much filled my little backpack. Oops. I managed to cram everything in, and then set off.

I walked down the hill, and then started running up the bike path. It felt really hard - was it nerves? I felt like I couldn't get my breath. I ended up walking nearly as much as I ran. It was only when I got to the park and ride that I realized it was because the backpack restricted my breathing. Hey, it was my first time,okay?

A pretty awful run, but it won't be the last time I do it.