BDP at PNTF's

On my mother's birthday I organized my apartment around a chair. Altering a new york essentia, the mattress opening into the patio, looking out to the view, to the yellow glow of the market depot clock. I made olive fettuccine with tomato sauce and tore pieces of tough bread using the good teeth. Reading marathon literature with background sounds of podcasts & an all-too loud bass from the apartment above. Ran to fairhaven, picked up a copy of Jack Daniels, sat with my dad at Dirty Dan's, sipping an Italian lemon drop, then ran the trails back home in the dark with Daniel's as an extension of swinging arm. Couldn't sleep. The time changed. Made some toast with fig jam and banana slices & met with Ber for our drive to pntf's in Seattle. Followed the NY Marathon, following Des Davila with relish, following LB. Wondering about Goucher. Met BDP at Lower Woodlands, where we warmed up, curious how our post-marathon bodies would feel. Lower Woodlands is not my favorite, though I love the mud & the density of the trees & its proximity to Greenlake.

Team BDP took second to CNW. My first lap felt awesome. The last two - survival. Results can be found HERE. Some of us left for the Seahawks game, the others, lunch. Maria, Tad & I stopped for food & coffees at a market before heading home.

We threw mother a delayed birthday fondue party with oil, classic, smoked, and chocolate fondues in a cluster at the center of the table. Marinated steak, thick breads, vegetables, roasted potato, and fruit. Good wine purchased from Vinostrology. Gifts given. A candle blown. In bed, later, I read the article of Brittany Maynard's passing, and felt a deep sadness that made my bones ache. There are far stronger people than me, and it's really hard to remember how lucky it is to, simply, be able to watch women I admire toe a course's line, eat a good lunch, a good dinner, to have an apartment that faces the clock which reminds me the time has changed.

*Images from the 2014 pntf's @ lower woodland park, taken by Tad Davis