A running trainwreck

A few months ago, I started something new.

About once or twice a week, I run during my lunch hour. The Chehalis-Western is a great bike trail a half mile or so from work, so I can hop on, get in a few miles, then run back. The trail is home to evergreen trees, ponds, horses, even surprisingly pretty black and green snakes. And occasionally, a young person or two toking it up behind the forsythia. Oh, and sometimes, scary unleashed dogs tearing after me.

Today's was a halcyon run, with the sun shining and the air cool. Birds were singing. Passersby were friendly. It was good.

The only thing -- and this is kind of a disgusting thing -- is that there is no shower at work. So, I have to come back, wash my face, brush my hair, and hope that I don't look like a trainwreck.

That's pretty optimistic, I know, especially because these days I typically look like a trainwreck when I leave the house in the morning.

I'm thinking that the PNW has made me less vain. Either that, or it has made me a total rube.