It should never arise. It should never be an issue. Except…
I’ve been sick. A very contagious blurg has been decimating the school. Students. Teachers. Aides. Everybody. Last week I broke down and went to the walk-in clinic where the lovely nurse practitioner wrote me a scrip for antibiotics.
It’s nice to not hurt when I breathe. It’s nice to be horizontal when I’m sleeping.
But now it’s been a week since I tied on the old sneakers, and I’m healthy enough to start twitching. But am I healthy enough to run? There may still be a little rattle in my chest when I cough. And, ok, I am still coughing a little. But seriously…
If my favourite doc happens to be reading this, I’d accept some free medical advice. I even usually follow it. grin.
Oddly enough, I don’t want to post a picture of me in my jammies with a red nose and crazy hair. So here’s what it might look like if I had gone for a run after school today.
So back to where we began… To run or not to run. Polls close at midnight on this important issue. Let your voice be heard.
1. Time. Lots and lots of time. We had a nice ceremony and visit with two veterans at school yesterday afternoon since today was a free day. Loved hearing the kids’ questions and the vets’ answers. And today I was more than happy to take advantage of the afternoon to go play at the lake. Again.
2. Weather. Really. 10 degrees C. About 50 f. Perfect day for a fall run. This is amazingly warm for this late in the season this far north so I’m taking all the advantage I can. Whenever. Wherever. I’m all about tying on my shoes.
3. The lake. No explanation needed here I’m sure.
4. Leonard Cohen. RIP. Sang with his “Hallelujah” echoing through my head.
5. And finally, interesting rock graffiti. Anyone want to translate this for me?
The best news, pals? It’s only Friday and a four-day weekend. See you on the trails.
Hello again. Still here. Still busy. But missing my bi-weekly running chat. So…
We did know what we were getting into. Really. We knew that when we moved 2,000 miles north we would once again have to deal with winter. Cold. Snow. But manageable. Right?
But in October?
Running is great in Slave Lake. There are paved trails around town for quick morning jaunts and unpaved trails around the lake. (Lesser Slave Lake. If you’re curious.) As of the beginning of the month, cold and dark is the name of the game, and I’m in.
Of course the snow made me think of Christmas, and I think this year my list will be very, very easy. WARM RUNNING GEAR. Please. Smartwool socks. Mittens. Gloves. Hats. If you think it will make my runs less polar, it’s perfect.
One real highlight of my early morning runs is zipping past the local gym. Big windows open onto the sidewalk and I cruise by waving at the runners and walkers on the treadmills. Yes, running is running is running. But really? I won’t rule it out altogether, but at the same time I won’t give in to the temptation to take to the ‘mill this early in the season. There are many colder mornings to come.
Clearly this is the place to earn my crazy runner badge.
So after many weeks absence I have a brief post about today’s run.
Just to be clear….I’m still running. Haven’t fallen off a cliff or traded my sneakers for some other sport-related footwear. But I have been a little busy.
Moved. Again. Started a new job. It seems to be all I can do to get my runs in. There’s not a lot of extra time for writing about it. So…quickly.
This morning Phil and I put in our usual five miles. Sunny windy day. Nice to be out. And about a mile, maybe a mile and a half, into our run we were joined by the animals in the field we were trotting past.
I just wanted to share a few thoughts about my trail running camp in Canmore. Five maybe?
1. Always start your run going UP. When running an out-and-back on an unfamiliar trail in the mountains, it’s easiest to find your way home again if you only have to run back down.
2. Keep your eyes open. You never know when God might be willing to supply snacks for your run. Yum.
Or you might come across a sign warning you of what? Fire falling from heaven? Beware.
3. Be smart about your nutrition. We ate wonderfully in Canmore. The meals were the second best thing about the whole week. Of COURSE the runs were the very best thing. We enjoyed venison and elk and duck and lamb and peanut butter mousse with chocolate ganache and many more treats too wonderful to list.
4. Get adequate rest. Hahaha. We worked in the mornings and left our afternoons free for reading and napping and knitting and whatever struck our fancy. I was more rested after this week than after any vacation ever. In my whole life.
I ran whenever I felt like it – what a perfect arrangement. Morning run? Sure. If it’s not raining. Later in the day? Works for me. Just be sure you’re running when the sun shines. That left PLENTY of time for resting.
5. And finally… Be sure to enjoy the diversions that come your way. I forded streams, ducked under spruce trees to avoid the downpours, and threaded my way through throngs of camera-wielding tourists. I trotted along a boardwalk through Larch Park. And ended my days in the hot tub. Bliss. Pure bliss.
Ok. Last post I did my homework. What to do if you meet a bear. A cougar? Just say your prayers. But otherwise…Stay safe out there.
And WHY was I so focused on trail safety? Because I was lucky enough to spend last week in Canmore, AB with my younger sister. Oh joy. Centre of trail running bliss. My brilliant plan was to conduct a DIY trail running camp. And I did want to come home alive, right?
Friday afternoon we drove south to the mountains. Saturday morning I got up to do my first run. And I encountered my first fierce beast of the week…
And they only got scarier after that…
Who knew I’d see the MOST wildlife of our trip when we were halfway home?
I did have the chance to run hills and trails and ford streams and cool my sweaty self off in the Bow River. Nothing but fun. Next? Find a trail race to train for. That’s living the dream.