My two runs this week so far have been great. I can feel my legs tiring as I am pushing myself to run up to two minutes faster per mile. Today I just happened to look at Strava and saw 9.54 per mile during that segment. I am a slowish runner, so that was pretty…
Yesterday after work, my husband agreed to come with me on a 5K trail run at Mundy Park. I realized how nervous I was about falling again, which prompted a slower run than usual. It was so nice of him to come with me! It was great to get back to the woods. Mundy Park…
Note: the feature image is of bears we saw near Williams Lake three years ago, not the bear I saw yesterday. After having blogged so much about my fear of startling a bear when running, I finally had an encounter on my run yesterday. Luckily, the bear was about a block away, and if it…
If you are having a bad day, I have a solution for you. Find the Grateful Dead album, “American Beauty,” and slide the needle over the first track or plug in your music player. Turn up the volume. Listen to the music. Really listen. Then dance. I got a little nostalgic last night rewatching “Freaks…
This week is recovery week from a terrible cold and a fall last weekend when camping. Yet, as is with most things in life that are semi-healthy in the least, which I think I am, my scars are healing nicely, the cold is going away, and my long run is coming up this weekend. Today…
I returned from a weekend camping trip very sore from a trail fall, but my cold is better. I learned later that, though there was no sign posted, the Goat Lookout Trail, where I fell, was supposed to be closed due to high water in Felix Creek. The water did actually reach the bridge. Birkenhead…
This weekend was sort of a bust with running, thanks to a nasty summer cold, but I had already run my normal number of times that week before this thing hit me. Regardless, the bbq yesterday was wonderful–sitting beneath sunny to starry skies with a couple mint juleps (made from lemon-mint from the garden and…
It’s odd to be nearing August already. The summer feels eerie, and I feel lost in time. I try to feel part of the world, but the corruption in governments, the cognitive dissonance and ideological delusion in voters, the ignorance of why it’s important to take care of nature, the terrorist acts in various countries,…
Yesterday I went on a three-mile hike at lunch up to Deer Lake and the surrounding woods and back. I awed at the vast fields of bluebells and thistle and tall summer weeds and reeds as well as the murky Beaver Creek, whose runoff is part of a biofiltration project. I figured perhaps the cougar,…
Last night, as the sun dipped into a blackening sky, with a waning gibbous moon outlined by haze, my husband and I sat out on the back deck, as we often do in the summer, to idly chat and enjoy one another’s company–me with a glass of red wine, he with a water or beer….
