The hat lives on – though it is occasionally superseded by other headwear, a select phonelist of friends still receive pictures of it on my head at odd hours of the day.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.

scary fish

Terrifying boat graphic.

arts in motion

Dawn on the new hats.

skeleton

Pensive skeleton.

scooby

Scooby.

halloween

Days get shorter.

autumn

Autumn.

turkey trot

At the Turkey Trot.

lights

Lights aplenty.

horse

Horsie.

christmas socks

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

seattle

Seattle.

snowman

Snowman.

lights

New Year Christmas holdout.

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 January

Ice on the lake in February

Ice on the lake in February

Inflatable snowman

Inflatable snowman

The actors welcome us back

The actors welcome us back

John came for Valentine's Day

John came for Valentine's Day

Whassup doc?

Whassup doc?

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

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

I mean it.

I mean it.

Jessica the Perky

Jessica the Perky

the hat

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

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

wreath

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

christmas in seattle

Christmas in Seattle

balaclavaclad

Balaclavaclad in Michigan

with backpack

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

new year's day 5k

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

jessica

My new Michigan running buddy, Jessica!

More of the hat.

New shoes!

New shoes!

Color-coordinated, am I.

Color-coordinated, am I.

Face off!  (Beak off?)

Face off! (Beak off?)

Objects in mirror are larger than they appear.

Objects in mirror are larger than they appear.

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.

It has to be in the teens for me to run outside.  But one needs a balaclava at 13 degrees.

One needs a balaclava at 13 degrees.

Teeny tiny icicle on my porch railing.  Teeny.

Teeny tiny icicle on my porch railing. Teeny.

Its a metaphor.

It's a metaphor.

This is fun.  Really.

This is fun. Really.

Where are all the pretty horses?

Where are all the pretty horses?

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

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

Ho!  Ho!  Ho!

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Buried in the snow.

Buried in the snow.

Bring on the hat.

Theres a really stoned looking wise man behind us.

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

Polar Inflatabear

Polar Inflatabear

I call this one Tundra Elmo.

I call this one Tundra Elmo.

Hes sort of a snowconeman.

He's sort of a snowconeman.

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

Liggett is on my 6-mile loop

Liggett is on my 6-mile loop

A family of snowpeople!

A family of snowpeople!

Jim and the hitching post

Jim and the hitching post

Instead of big cows, we have big frogs.

Instead of big cows, we have big frogs.

A quick trip to Chicago!

A quick trip to Chicago!

Outside my garland bedecked home!

Outside my garland bedecked home!

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 18, near Scooters.

March 23rd.

March 23rd.

Still cold in April.

Still cold in April.

Early mornings at the lake.

Early mornings at the lake.

Yes, we even attempted speedwork.

Yes, we even attempted speedwork.

April 28, my friends.

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.

During a calm portion of the first 10-miler.

The Soldier Field 10-mile!

The Soldier Field 10-mile!

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.

Mr. TurdThis guy lives about a mile and a half from my place. I think of him as Mr. Potato Turd. FountainThe 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.
St. Pat's?A harbinger of green beer and drunken revelry. The sign says, “St Pats Weekend Giant Party”
The Greasy NuggetMy local greasy spoon. Pancake anyone?

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.

Door of Fernando'sOutside Fernando’s yet again. JesusMe and Jesus.
Inflatable alligatorJim and I in front of our local inflatable alligator. Dark and snowyDark and snowy.
three pre-brunchStephen, John and I on a pre-brunch Sunday romp. sunriseStephen 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).
no drinkingJohn and I on a six-miler in the forest preserve over snowpack. We drank afterwards at home. ron paulIn the hood. Windchill of 3 degrees.