Most days, when it's not raining, I wake up and go running. Feeling my heart pounding, blood pumping, and sweat dripping – all before 9am – really makes me mentally prepared for the day ahead. Instead of approaching my days; after I run, I attack them. Running brings a certain fierceness and competitive edge to the subsequent discussions and activities I fill my days with. Balancing out this fierceness, when I run down a certain street on the way back home, are a few of my favorite feathered friends in this city, always proudly strutting their stuff. They are just one of the almost-daily joys I allow into my life. Artis' flamingos make me terribly happy.