Hat compendium

The hat lives on – though it is occasionally superseded by other headwear, a select phonelist of friends still receive pictures of it on my head at odd hours of the day.  Highlights from October 2010 to the present appear below.

Terrifying boat graphic.

Dawn on the new hats.

Pensive skeleton.

Scooby.

Days get shorter.

Autumn.

At the Turkey Trot.

Lights aplenty.

Horsie.

Run Like the Dickens 10k. Wearing Christmas socks. Like everyone else.

Seattle.

Snowman.

New Year Christmas holdout.

 

The end of winter?

I thought I was retiring the hat for the year last week when I went on a run in 70-degree weather…but then this morning it was 25, so there may be a hat photo or two to come.

Ice on the lake in January

Ice on the lake in February

Inflatable snowman

The actors welcome us back

John came for Valentine's Day

Whassup doc?

I'll pose, but I won't smile.

I mean it.

Jessica the Perky

the hat

 

Have you missed the hat?

Ah, remember the hat?  It is still my winter running hat, and photos of it adorning my head are still sent to a select group of people by cell phone every time I run in it.  For the 5:30am run/yoga/runs, I do wait until I get back home.  A few selections are below.

Big snowman at Barnes School (where I do yoga Tuesdays and Thursdays)

My front door with its (leftover holiday) boxwood wreath.

Christmas in Seattle

Balaclavaclad in Michigan

Yoga mornings I run with a backpack for my mat, block and strap.

New Year's Day 5k in Chicago with Stephen!

My new Michigan running buddy, Jessica!

 

Is winter waning?

More of the hat.

New shoes!

Color-coordinated, am I.

Face off! (Beak off?)

Objects in mirror are larger than they appear.

 

Hat hiatus

So unbelievably warm here, and all the snow is finally melting.  No hat on the last several runs – though it will undoubtedly return soon.  A sampling from Winter 09 So Far.

One needs a balaclava at 13 degrees.

Teeny tiny icicle on my porch railing. Teeny.

It's a metaphor.

This is fun. Really.

Where are all the pretty horses?

Because what one needs after a sub-freezing run is to ice things.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Buried in the snow.

 

Run like the wind…the icy, icy wind

Bring on the hat.

There's a really stoned looking wise man behind us.

Polar Inflatabear

I call this one Tundra Elmo.

He's sort of a snowconeman.

 

The return of the hat.

With the onset of winter, the hat is back!  Now it’s travelling around Grosse Pointe.

Liggett is on my 6-mile loop

A family of snowpeople!

Jim and the hitching post

Instead of big cows, we have big frogs.

A quick trip to Chicago!

Outside my garland bedecked home!

 

Never forget the hat…

In my sudden rededication to El Blog, I have realized that the inaugural winter running hat photos didn’t get their final say at the end of winter.  Keep in mind that the end of winter was in Spring.  The last hat photo I took was in May.  May!

Stephen and I trained together for our first long distance race, the Soldier Field 10-mile, which was May 24.

March 18, near Scooters.

March 23rd.

Still cold in April.

Early mornings at the lake.

Yes, we even attempted speedwork.

April 28, my friends.

Finally, the hat came off in May. Our first 10-mile effort, however, was in a howling windstorm on the lake. We had a tailwind for the first three miles, but those last three were a killer.

During a calm portion of the first 10-miler.

The Soldier Field 10-mile!

 

Post-virus running rehab

Wow. I was hit with a virus and sick for three weeks. Still have a lingering cough that makes me sound like a 5-pack-a-day smoker. I’ve gotten a lot of reading done, but my progress on training for the Soldier Field 10-mile race in May slowed quite a bit. During day two of the illness, my birthday, when I thought it was a 24-hour thing I was getting over, I went on a short 3-mile run. I spent the next week in bed. But I’m back on my feet now (if a big wheezy)…and so is the hat.

This guy lives about a mile and a half from my place. I think of him as Mr. Potato Turd.	The courtyard of Beyond Design. What they do there is beyond me, but the fountain is pretty and they have stalks of wheat on their gate.
A harbinger of green beer and drunken revelry. The sign says, “St Pats Weekend Giant Party”	My local greasy spoon. Pancake anyone?

 

Rambling through the snow

More selections of me and the hat. I am now officially training to run a 10-miler in May. The hat is getting a lot of action. And it’s cold. Cold and snowy.

Outside Fernando’s yet again.	Me and Jesus.
Jim and I in front of our local inflatable alligator.	Dark and snowy.
Stephen, John and I on a pre-brunch Sunday romp.	Stephen and I on our first early-morning training run by the lake. Valentine’s Day sunrise was gorgeous (can’t tell on the phone photo).
John and I on a six-miler in the forest preserve over snowpack. We drank afterwards at home.	In the hood. Windchill of 3 degrees.