2018 week one

Book Read:
1. The Argonauts — Maggie Nelson

Kilometres Ran:
week one — 61.9

I finished off 2017 failing to read 95 books with not quite finishing Erin Wunker’s Notes from a Feminist Killjoy with the excuse that I wasn’t really interested in the last section that had to do with child raising so it seems rather odd that I start 2018 with a book that is, while about many things (as one would expect from a work within the unbeknownst to me genre of “autotheory”) focused a lot on Nelson’s pregnancy and raising her infant son Iggy. But I also had no idea what I was getting into; Argonauts was a book that just kept coming up in my various social media threads and appearing in the “hey you pay attention to me” place in various bookstores so I got a copy and read it. And it’s good. There’s a lot of name-dropping, but for once (in a long time at least) I knew most of the names, so it wasn’t as distracting as it could have been. This was my first Nelson experience, which may cause one of my three readers to gasp, but it made me curious to read more. So that’s pretty good I guess.

New Year's Day 2018
New Year’s Day 2018

And so on the morning of New Year’s Day I decided that I would run 21.1K. This was my first 21 since injury mid-September. I’ve lost a lot of endurance over the recovery. I probably shouldn’t have run this distance so soon. My physiotherapist probably hates me but probably doesn’t mind my generous extended-medical coverage. I wanted to test my mental and physical endurance to see where I’m at; body said stop, but brain said nah. So now I know. I can still pretty comfortably run 21 but I don’t think too much farther than that at this point, and I’m quite a ways behind the pacing I was at coming into the autumn of 2017. My first test is the First Half in five weeks. I’m ready to finish but I have a lot of speed work to do before then.

Fall Classic and Falling Behind

Books Read:
33. Running: A Love Story — Jen A. Miller
34. Notes from a Feminist Killjoy — Erin Wunker

Kilometres Ran:
week forty five — 38.2
week forty six — 16
week forty seven — 0
week forty eight — 8.3
week forty nine — 20.5
week fifty — 32.6

To date: 2,458 km

I haven’t written anything here in a month and a half and I wanted to get one more post in before my end of the year review that will probably come out on January 1 or 2, or whenever I motivate myself to review this year that was. I thought that Miller’s memoir was light and entertaining, though some reviews online were less than please with the amount of attention spent on her multiple failed relationships. The two of you that have been reading this blog since its inception will know about my own correlation between a toxic relationship demise and transforming from casual jogger into runner, and then the subsequent self-admission much later on. I don’t recall focusing on it much and I will not regale here. Suffice it to say I found Miller’s memoir hit close to home on some points but not in a PTSD sort of way. I wanted to read the Wunker and then won a copy at the season wrap of the Real Vancouver Writers Series. People complained in reviews that Notes is, well, notes. I liked it. I found it very pithy and wise with a Nietzsche-Gay-Science-esque quality of style. I was less attracted to the third part about feminist parenting because I have no interest in parenting. At all.

I ran the Fall Classic 10 KM and completed the RunVan Hat Trick, and while my time I cannot call disappointing I did run several minutes slower that the Turkey Trot 10 KM just a few weeks earlier. It is equally amazing and amazingly frustrating how quickly my stamina has diminished since cutting then quitting running while trying to nurse my knee back to not-hurting-all-the-time-except-when-running. If losing my endurance is the most frustrating, the annoyance that my knee hurt all the time since mid September except when I’m running, is a very close second most. I ran twice after the Fall Classic and then went to physio and ended up back at square one and I think my physiotherapist was as frustrated as me. So I took the rest of the month off. I’m slowly easing myself back into it. Slowly as in way to slow for my head, but a bit more quickly than my physiotherapist would like. I’m trying to find the balance of the two. That means that I’m not going to meet my goal of 2,600 KM in 2017, but I’m okay with that. I’m not great with that, but I’m already looking forward to 2018. The Vancouver First Half is just eight weeks away, and then the BMO Marathon is 12 weeks after that. Time to get my legs and lungs back.