Dodging poop

When geese fly "South" for the winter, where do they go? Does the Bay Area count as "South" when you are coming from Canada or somewhere like that? I ask because the park is overrun with geese, mamas and babies who have gotten pretty big over the last month. Are these geese ending their wintering period and will be returning home or did they go somewhere else and this is home, they're back for the summer? I honestly don't know. I do know that its hard to run and dodge goose poop at the same time. Plus today one very rudely stuck her tongue out at me as I ran past and it was accompanied by some sort of sound I couldn't quite hear over my ipod. Needless to say I am sure she wasn't saying "Hello, come run in my park". So when are these geese leaving? Guess I'll have to do some research to figure that out.

We Lorettos had a great weekend. I went swimming (aka sitting in the hottub) with Sarah, Noelle, and their kids on Friday night. Jacob and I did some of our smaller house projects, like finally changing the light fixture in the bathroom after we've had the new one for over a year. I'm hosting the first meeting of a bookclub in a few weeks so we are trying to do some little sprucing up projects before then. (On a side note the bookclub should be lots of fun! There are 10 of us total, I think, and we are starting off with Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafron .)

We finished off our weekend by celebrating Father's Day with Daddy and Nell at Jardines in San Juan Bautista. It was a beautiful day and we had a great time!

Based on the goose poop story its safe to say I am still running. I took a break when the house was tented and we lived in a hotel, I didn't really want to go running down N First Street, so I fell of the track for a period. Back on the running now. However I am still working at progressing through the weeks of my program. Not quite doing it on schedule, but thats the good thing about being signed up for runs that are still a few months (or more) away. I can train and build up my endurance at my own pace.

My post run ritual is to relax in the breeze on the patio until I no longer look like a tomato. Tonight miss Molly was out there with me. She hasn't had any blog love in a while so here's her new headshot to share...