This morning I woke up in Pleasant Hill before my alarm after finishing a whirlwind day of babies and hellos and good-byes at Megan's to catch up after a month of missing one another and drove home to make breakfast, change into sweats, and go to training by 6.
Okay, by 6:05. Our stride has improved in the last week. In the same half hour walk we've gone from covering less than a quarter of the Lake Merritt perimeter to almost the first quarter of the lake from the Cascade Stairs to the Henry J. Kaiser convention center. Within a few weeks we'll begin our jog/run regimen. So far my tunes keep me happy. A Samba house number kept me tracing patterns in the sidewalk this morning and giggling to myself like I was in kindergarten.
I was so juiced after this morning's brisk walk that I did laundry before 7 am and then went back home.
A few hours later after making a cumin-lemon grilled salmon arugula salad for lunch and taking a little nap and shower I walked to open the gate and noticed a flat, white-bellied carcass. My heart sank in the gorgeous Monday mid-morning sun.
My fear is that it is the newt from Saturday. How sad. Our relationship was so short.
