Back at it

The first 10K race of the year took place in the Vondelpark last weekend, which meant running through large crowds of parkgoers on foot and on bike and–from time to time–large clouds of pot smoke. Try inhaling that when your breathing is maxed out! It definitely elevated my runner’s high.

Waving at my fan club

Please don’t fall in

Julian took a little roll in the mud. Spencer wisely wore his wellies.


‘One of life’s quiet excitements is to stand somewhat apart from yourself and watch yourself softly becoming the author of something beautiful…’
– Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

Our beautiful boys, born together of the same fabric, yet as distinct as two flakes of snow that have come to roost on the same patch of earth. Hard to believe sometimes.


Thunder snow

As we were landing back in Amsterdam, the captain announced that the weather conditions were freezing fog. I pulled my seat belt a bit tighter upon hearing that.

The extreme wintry weather extended into the weekend. The boys had biked to the playground and we were enjoying a nice time when it started to thunder. Hmm. The radar said light rain. No problem. But then the thunder got louder. Then the light rain turned to hail, which turned to heavy hail, which turned to heavy snow. And the thunder continued to roll.

Suffice it to say that halfway home, the bikes were put atop the team car (i.e. me) and we trudged home in the heavy snow. It was lovely from the balcony once we were home!

Then, two hours later, it was sunny again. Yay.

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