Hellooo? Anyone on the trail/sidewalk?
Well I was out there Tuesday morning for a slow and a little painful 6 km, and another 10 this morning. The weather, for once, was kind this morning (we could actually see patches of blue skies, a rare thing here in Vancouver recently) and I headed out at sunrise (i.e. 8 am!!!), down the hill and along the beach. My sweetie was still in bed, but vaguely awake, when I left. Well, as I was nearing my turn-around point, I heard someone coming really fast behing me and this characteristic breathing pattern I've come to recognize as a sign that my love was catching up behind me (usually cycling). It was my sweet heart who had probably sprinted the past 4.5 km to catch me, after leaving almost 10 whole minutes after me. How niceHe couldn't talk for a while after that, I think he had ran pretty hard, and then I confess to taking some pleasure in picking up the pace every 500 meters as we ran up the hill on the way back home. I really wanted to finish under 55 minutes, despite having been really slow on the first part of my run, and had to sprint quite hard on the last half-kilometer. I wanted to throw up when I got up to the "finish line" and was relieved to see that he felt the same. (We didn't.)
Amazing morning. It was really windy but lots of people were out running because it was the first clear day in a long time, and all the eagles were out too, riding the hot air streams... I saw as many as nine of them at the same time, and probably about 15 individuals total. I'm thinking of getting a shirt that says "I stop for eagles"....
Anyway, I hope you all get to go out, even for just one mile or two, as those hectic times roll over us!!



He couldn't talk for a while after that, I think he had ran pretty hard, and then I confess to taking some pleasure in picking up the pace every 500 meters as we ran up the hill on the way back home. I really wanted to finish under 55 minutes, despite having been really slow on the first part of my run, and had to sprint quite hard on the last half-kilometer. I wanted to throw up when I got up to the "finish line" and was relieved to see that he felt the same. (We didn't.)
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