Sunday, November 13, 2005
My pal Max is tough, cheerful and persuasive.She can take the idea of climbing up and down Seattle's Capitol Hill steps and make it sound like fun. She calls it Panoramic Cross Training, promising lovely views of Lake Union. She says her rando pals can ride to the start and ride home to get more of a workout. Some of us who aren't too bright fall for this.
Even when it's raining in Issaquah.
Even when it's drizzling in Seattle.
Even when it's way too early on a Sunday.
It's about 20 miles from my warm little apartment to the big cold steps of Capitol Hill. I'm fifteen minutes early (no flat tires enroute) but Max is already there. Max is smiling and happy. I don't think I've ever seen Max not smiling and happy when she's outside. Even when it's raining. Even when it's way too early on a Sunday.
Soon Max's brother shows up and then more of Max's friends. Six of us go up and down the stairs. Some go fast, some go slow. Some go up and down six times, some go less. When we all know that we have climbed enough stairs, we go to a warm and dry espresso shop and have coffee and donuts. Max insists on paying since she is the one who dragged us out this morning.
She didn't drag us. She said it would be fun.
She was right.
Even when it's raining.
Even when it's way too early on a Sunday morning.