Are you running in San Francisco? Be sure to wear...

...a car to drive the hills.

I'm looking out at the San Francisco Bay right now - it's 4:30 PST, which is why I'm awake, because my body thinks it's 7:30. My body is wrong.

I was thrilled to find that there is a 24 Hour Fitness down the street - I'm planning to swing over and do some weights at some point, mostly because

a) I love weight training and

b) I had a half can of Pringles for lunch on the plane, because Delta RAN OUT OF FOOD. Yes. They had a plane full of folk on a cross-country flight, but the lovely flight attendant admitted that by the time she got to the back of the plane, where I was occupying the very last row, she'd been out of everything but chips and cookies for a while.

Helpfully, she had me tell her what I would have ordered if, indeed, there had been food.

Delta? What the...?

I think we're going to Sonoma later ("we" being myself and life-long pal Melanie, in whose hotel room I am squatting.) And there will be cheese. And wine.

So the Fathlete will be running.

Between meals, Mel and I went to Nordstrom, where I bought a dress for the Nat King Cole Generation Hope gala Thanksgiving weekend, and am pleased to report that everything seems to be sucking into place pretty well. There were a couple of moments where a pair of Spanx might have helped, but in my late 30s, I'm all about fabrics that suck that mess in. When I was 25, I was insulted by such things because I wanted my body to not need it. Control Top? Fie! I'm doing extra crunches.

But at 37, I'm respect the God-given genius of stretch and control fabric engineers. And I support their products and their gifts.