After a good night's sleep...

How infrequent, and how delicious to sleep several hours at a crack; a shift over time in what's precious. So the gray chilly weather doesn't matter, since I can get warm by running hills in the park below the zoo. It's perversely pleasurable to force the pace going uphill, and a relief to roll downward. A man in ominous-looking gloves and helmet is attempting to commune with the rabbits in the little rocky cove where wild and abandoned bunnies thrive. People often hang around Bunny Rocks, feeding them carrots and lettuce, letting their dogs harass the poor creatures, or quietly observing them. We used to take our pre-school son to see the rabbits. He enjoyed watching them, inventorying their variety, and specualting about what they did in their warrens under the rocks.
Then I run along the lake to the gym, for the start of my 21st year of using Nautilus machines. it's a repetitive activity that keeps me intact for climbing, hiking and kayaking. Tomorrow afternoon is another session at the climbing gym; time to knuckle down and train for the comps.