The Life and Times of Cheese Ball

Well, I don't think Cheese Ball is going to make it.  He is spending an awful large portion of his day chillin at the bottom of his vase and he is starting to turn brown, which is not really a natural color for a goldfish.  I think maybe he would be doing better in a tank vs. a flower vase and floating in something other than tap water.  But alas, those things cost money and as anyone who has won a fish at the fair knows, these things don't exactly live forever.  RIP Joe, my first fish, who lived for like five years.  I think he was helped by living near the microwave.  So before it's too late, here is Cheese Ball looking stoked to be a Rivera.

I had my first semi-long run training for Seattle.  I found a great trail by my house which goes over 20 miles from end to end so I have found my beach trail replacement.  Not even being sarcastic, I passed at least 5 parks along the trail.  This is what I love about this place so far.  AND, every person I passed said hello.  Actually, that sounds a little creepy but it was really cool.  I also am learning how to sweat which is new to me.  Maybe that is why the bus is a little smellier here.  Here is the route I ran this weekend:

Not that you can read it but everything looks cooler from space.