Football Epilogue

 I've finally been getting back on the proverbial horse and doing some cardio. I surprised myself last night by completing my basic upper body workout  and followed it up with the 3.3 mile run. I was originally thinking of skipping cardio. I was tired and rather hungry. Mentally I had skipped it even as I got in my car to head home from the gym, but something pulled me to the nearby lake. Maybe it was my low step count on the day or just feeling like I could put in some overtime work. Still I got out there and agreed with myself, "just one lap, very slow pace". I can usually start with that, but for some reason my legs like to find their own pace after a while. I felt really good by the end of the lap, as though there was some extra energy tucked away. Seeing I still needed a couple thousand steps, I decided to do a partial "there and back" lap to get me to 10K steps. By the end I noticed the lack of food had caught up with me.

After work today, my girlfriend and I took a walk around a nearby lake. The days are getting shorter and tonight's air is was cool and brisk. Still there was moisture on the path left from last nights heavy rains. The hills of the local ski area and park overlooked the small lake and shown shades of bright yellow, orange and brown. Fall has peaked and the trees and shrubs, once laden heavy with the colorful leaves were showing signs of finally giving out to barren dormancy. Overlooking it all, the peculiarity of a lone ski jump sets an atmosphere of the impending winter. It's a sight I missed during my years in California where the Steinbeck-ian browns of tinder dry summer grasses would gradually heed to wave upon wave of storm system and reveal a brilliant green that makes Dublin, CA a true sister city of it's European namesake. Storms that are slowed as they beat up against the precipitous rise of the Sierra Nevadas. The dropping temperature and diminishment of lig...