My commute has increased tenfold in the past week. This isn’t actually that significant, since it was only 800m to begin with. I’m also dealing with a threefold increase in fecal matter.
I’m looking after Bubble and Enfoiré while Yann is off adventuring in Chilcotin Country with Burger. (The man appears to own a rusty railroad spike, but not a kettle?!!!)
Continue reading “Marathon of Nope.”Deaf people can do anything except hear.
…or stay upright while running. I stepped on a ghost skateboard at the 18.5km mark and ate shit in front of someone’s driveway. By ghost skateboard, I mean I don’t know what exactly took me down. General incompetence? I’m enjoying the attention I’m getting on Strava right now, though.
However, I did not appreciate the woman in a red blazer and Sally Jessy glasses who emerged from a driveway to wave me down, probably to talk to me about Jesus. I was just five minutes away from home, and I am certain she did not even notice that I was bleeding. Nah, I am not stopping for Jesus: I need an ice pack. Driveways were unkind to me today.
Today’s post isn’t about running or going down; instead, I’m taking a trip back in time to discuss going up, and on a bicycle.
Continue reading “It’s time to think about the Roman Empire.”Right before any big trip, a handful of people will ask me these two questions:
It’s a resounding YES for the first question. As for the second….
Continue reading “A masterclass in procrastination.”Wow.
I did not know this person existed until Google’s algorithms decided she was a person I’d be interested in. She’d completed an ultramarathon in under 3 days: the Cocodona 250. Holy wow, I thought, “250km in under three days?!”
But I was wrong. The distance was in miles. 407km across deserts and through mountains, accumulating more than 11,800m of elevation gain. You don’t need to be a runner to know that’s a mind-blowing achievement.
Ed, who is no stranger to ultra-endurance activities, was gobsmacked by the thought of one’s fuelling needs for such a race. “Jeeeeeez, her fuelling must’ve been insane,” were his words. I was more focused on her luck in footwear selection, for I have a few spots around my feet from blisters that have come and gone over the span of two pairs of running shoes, both of which I actually consider comfortable.
Of course, she won. Also, 268 people finished this race.
Meanwhile, Lola had flagged my Training Status as “strained” after I’d done a 12km run on Thursday. I ignored Lola and rode up Mount Doug with Matt three times on Friday. That night, I was supposed to go bouldering, but as much as I like Nic and Jamie, I was relieved when Jamie said she needed to postpone it.
Continue reading “Destination: Donut.”