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yesterday’s run…. posted today

I wish that I could grab some of the sensation that sometimes happens about three quarters of the way into a very tiny few of my better runs…. it is a state of euphoria, the “Oh be Joyfuls” that words don’t really do justice… Yesterday was one of those runs. Nothing extraordinary about the distance…. less than 20 kms, a particularly beautiful trail… the company of my dog, the sound of loons, the smell of fetid forest floor mingled with warm damp pine, the sensation of forcing your body up a hill to the point when your breath is not quite enough…. and your muscles have a sort warmth from the effort. Shoes full of mud and water, deer flies attacking the back of your head, legs scratched and bleeding from the wild raspberry canes…. all these sensations at once.. a massive sensory overload! I love it!!

I will be going back to St. Adolphe d’Howard and all this for a measly $5 …… they keep these trails beautifully, the skiing must be mind blowing. I should drag some of my mucky running friends along next time….Gomez on Vacation


long time since I’ve run intervals on the TM….

I always try to kid myself that the workouts that feel the worst are the ones that are most valuable. Not every run can feel just right, some just feel awful… tonight’s (thursday) felt like arse. I know exactly what was wrong, a simple case of fatigue.. just not enough sleep lately. This was the first time in months that I have run intervals and instead of doing the smart thing and starting of with a few easy short 100m intervals… I go straight for the 1/4 milers with a fair pace in between instead of the smart easy recoveries… long story short: a mediocre result over the 8 miles…. spent the last two tricking myself into continuing when all I wanted to do was go stretch and sit in the sauna…. which was out of order anyway. Its behind me… moving right along.

So my daughter will kill me if she ever sees this but…. her grandmama has been suffering from Alzheimer’s disease for a few years now and it is starting to take away her once very keen mind. I must throw in here that I miss my my ex-mother-in-law… Anyway, my little girl is growing up into a very talented artist… and in order to never forget her grandmama she drew a grandfather clock mingled with Forget-Me-Not’s… which she then hand over to a ptretty good local tattoo artist…. et voila

P7222197So I had to ask her … what was the significance of three o clock….. three years was the amount of time the doctors have give her grandmama before her mind is wiped clean by the disease. So sad…. I loved this lady… and miss my contact with her.

So while I am writing this …. I should be figuring out some sort of plan on how to in shape for VT50…. just 63 days to go! I am now on vacation for couple of weeks… will catch up on some sleep, try and turn down the stress a little although there is one serious stress factor that can’t be ignored… Tomorrow some canoe, a nice long run, a swim for sure…. Now if mother nature would just play along, all would be peachy.

Wow…. it’s been forever….. long overdue….just in time …. pre-VT100 entry

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…. but doing it wrong would be more the norm, I guess….cheers!

ho humm….. how many times have I complained on my little piece of the www that “life gets in the way”. Again, that’s the case. I should be working as we speak but in fact I am staring out the window of my office and lamenting the fact that I am falling behind on what started out as a fairly good game plan, got slowed down by the achilles thing and the the out-of-town work factor kicked in.

My particular industry just loves to party. Entertaining is an artform… and in fact our bread & butter, and we’re good at it! However for the past few years I have made a point of dodging all late nights, any excess and have a reputation for my boring/clean living lifestyle. This past weeks trip to Halifax has put that one to rest. Not that I went totally overboard as is the norm, but I did cut loose a couple of times, stayed up late, discovered Propellor Extra Special Bitter and missed a bunch of  training.

pint.jpgAnd…. as normal I can rationalise anything. I had felt a bit of a twinge of ache deep in my right glute… and self-diagnosed it as some sort of periformis thing…. the rest seems to have done the trick ………it’s all but disappeared. Q. have I found the cure for Periformis Syndrome?……. Cheers!

doing the right thing… for a change!

So how’s that VT100 thing going?, I hear you all wondering…. not so bad, I guess. Well, the month of February was pretty good as I averaged 40 plus hard miles/week for a total of 173,5 miles for the month. However, the combination of last years sprained ankle, new ski boots, too much skiing… and maybe too much running in the snow gave me a spot of tendonitis in my right achilles…. nothing too radical just a little swelling and that glowing warmth that only tendonitis gives… So I did the right thing for a change and gat myself some physio before things got any worse and at this point everything seems to be back in order.

I’m sort of proud of myself for showing just a modicum of smarts, this time I actually went to the physio before the injury screams for attention and then regretting not getting it looked at sooner…. I intend to get to the start line uninjured and well trained (or even slightly under-trained) as against injured and over-trained.

As for the rest of my life at the moment…. Everything is pretty much as it should be, although work is a pain! Gomez is adorable, the children are well and K remains my rock!

Mont-Royal in the Snow… makes you feel truly hard core

Wow what an amazing weekend of running in fresh powder! There is absolutely nothing like it… well maybe that soft sandy beach at sunrise in Mazanillo, Mexico. I had a bit of a wimpy running week in that I went to the gym once for the intervals thing and watched an episode of “Dead like Me” from the comfort of the eliptical trainer…. and that was it! Well I made up for it with about 18 mile yesterday and about 12.5 today, all on the trails in deep snow which adds about 30% effort to the workout… IMHO anyway. If I was smart I would have dug out my gaiters that I used to use when I was into cross-country skiing, but that would be too smart. And anyway I sort of like the look on people’s faces as you appear from a gap in the bushes on to the regular trail covered in snow from the waist down. They sort of cringe and look at me as if I’m demented.

And today I actually remembered to take the camera… and then the batteries…. but here’s a few photos…..




on a totally different note, I was chatting with my Dad this morning about the fact that I’ve sent the application for the VT100…. and he very nonchalantly says, “oh, I did one of them once, …..on a bike of course” so it comes to pass that as a young man he rode in a 100 mile road race… and did pretty well at that! “four hours & fifty something minutes” he claims! and I would be inclined to believe the God-fearing retired bank manager. I had to ask how old he was at the time… a mere 18 or 19! Now if he’s 77 now… born in 1931, one has to wonder what the bikes were like in 1949 post war London. Pretty basic & probably just a little heavier than today. So maybe I got my Dad’s legs !! shame I didn’t get his brains

A cold Sunday afternoon on the sofa with my mac, thinking about “THE QUESTION”

Well it seems like forever since I wrote here, although I’ve been pretty good logging the VT100 page which is where I’m keeping the details. I’ve installed a “widget” on my mac that keeps a countdown until the start of the race, and as I type this it tells me I have 165 day, 11 hours and 25 minutes to go until the start of the race…. a handy tool to remind what the goal is.

I had a few days last week where if I had put my mind to it and if I hadn’t been such a wimp I could’ve got out the door to run…. but the weathers bad, but I’m tired, but I’ve just eaten, but I’ve got work to do…. blahblahblah….. the list of excuses is endless, there is always a very good valid reason not to get out there and do it …but I just have to ignore the logical route to the sofa/tv/computer/fridge. Anyway, it was one of those evenings when I had resigned myself to missing yet another workout (excuse #1: work related) and I wasn’t to chuffed with myself for being such a wimp …. and a some point the question popped into my little head…. “How much do you want it?” It being the race. From then on the train of thought went along the lines of “Why?” and “If you want it that much, why don’t you just put your sneakers on and get out there?” ……. but at that moment it was passed my bedtime and I needed the sleep…. which is also a big part of the training process, he rationalised. Anyway, I have spent the last few days asking myself how much do I want it, and coming to the conclusion… enough to work around the obstacles that get in way of training.

So as I was running yesterday, “the question” was still wandering around under my touque and I started to apply the same logic/test to a few of the other areas of my life that are also prone to the procrastination virus. It was surprising how few stood up to the question as well as the running did. Work for example, didn’t fare so well. The rewards didn’t seem to warrant the stuff that one has to give up… conclusion: keep some balance, don’t let it take over. Family, Gomez, Mexico all fared well….. just the work seemed out of whack! Note to self: work less run more

I should find a Gomez photo to stick in here……


so my puppy is turning into the most wonderful companion, not just for me but for the whole family. With no formal training he seemed to have mastered all the basics and is really no bother at all. Without a doubt the easiest dog ever!

….. and lastly, I would like to nominate Samual L. Jackson for an Oscar for this line….