Storm after storm has hit Portland in the last couple of weeks. There has been constant rain, intermittent with snow, and so I have been driven to the gym for my running and workouts. Last night I was there a little late and I don't know for some reason the running was easier....The treadmills are on the top floor, which is lined with windows, and I could see my reflection in them. My reflection was marred by all of the rain against the glass. I was shadowy at best. Still I found the sound of treadmill more than a little comforting. It was rhythmic, like a pacemaker....the consummate sound of a manmade heartbeat.