Luckily all the treadmills were being used in the gym and I went for a long walk through Belltown, up Queen Anne North and back down to Alaskan Way (don’t recommend sections of that unless you like walking through gaggles of vagrants, drunks and crack heads) down First and up Madison to Ninth then back down Spring along 6th to home at the Westin.
Was late enough that people were out getting their coffee and walking their dogs, but early enough that there wasn’t a queue at Mecca and The Market wasn’t (yet) soul destroying.
Walking down the Counterbalance- picture postcard moment. Standing (panting) under a leafy tree and down below me to the left is the city squinting her eyes in the sun, glittery-shimmery and in the distance, floating in the air, The Mountain was out.
Life is good.
Once I have some coffee, it will be even better.
