getting out the door

So this is what it's like to train in seattle. I'm sitting in our family room looking out at another gray, rainy day. This is always the hardest part, getting out the front door. I feel like my dog. When I kick him out of the house in the morning he creeps slowly step-by-step through the door, then, when he's through, he looks back at me and barks. Oh well, it's opening day in baseball, the first sign of spring and 27 days until the marathon.