Regionals

With a packed bag, bottle of wine & racing kit I hitched a ride to Seattle, toured the inside of my cousin's rented room, analyzing the contents of the cupboards, before walking in the black towards Cap Hill, towards Annapurna for Indian food with Mck & LB. I love lonely night walks in unknown neighborhoods. The water was forever-chilled in copper mugs, the naan warm, the clay skillets sizzling in charred vegetables and chicken, the white wine a compliment to the spice. We climbed up out of the red-carpeted restaurant and were greeted by a man jacking off his umbrella, his hand spirit-fingering the discharged excitement in a magically imagined dance across us. It was weird. Back at LB's apartment we shared wine over Pitch Perfect, which only gets better, and spoke on LB's NY Marathon, european travels, on Mck's impending Ireland send-off, and all those other little things that make you shiver in delirium over change and experience, marveling over how beautiful your friends are, soaking in them, soaking them in. LB & I shared oatmeal & cinnamon before taking some loops at Greenlake, admiring men with babies & puppies en mass. Running with LB is like running with an elite that is always on the verge of getting a huge raise or a huge fine. We spent the day thrifting, then dinner near Northgate, then to a showing of Mockingjay Part 1 with Mck adorned in bow & arrow & candy mints.

Mck & LB ran in the a.m. leaving me to read over a warm breakfast. Put on BDP gear & headed to Lincoln Park for xc club Regionals. The course was full in delicious sole sucking mud - idyllic cross country terrain. BDP took 2nd. Got to watch L. Fleshman blow the field away. All of us with sinewy legs to face covered in mud. A long cool down along the water. Pub food & beers over the first Q of the Hawks game.