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Books Read:
22. The Mood Embosser — Louis Cabri
23. Why I am not a Feminist — Jessa Crispin
24. The Year of the Flood — Margaret Atwood

Kilometres Ran:
week twenty seven — 100.5
week twenty eight — 65.2
week twenty nine — 62.4

To date: 1,681 km

Three weeks ago I sort of lamented the fact that I’ve read only 21 books over the first half of 2017 and here I am reporting that since then I’ve managed to fumble my way through a book of poetry. It’s good poetry though. But I’m a Cabri fan. This is his first book. It very political. There are glimmers of his later work here and there. I definitely like his more recent stuff better, but it’s worth reading. I’ve commented previously that this year seems to be the year of reading dystopian post-apocalyptia and so after a short break from that I’ve fallen back into it as I wade through Crispin’s manifesto. I mean Atwood’s second piece in the MaddAddam Trilogy. My goal by week thirty is to maybe hopefully possibly have both books finished. It could happen.

I finished June and started July running nine days straight, which I think is a record for me, and completed my first 100 kilometres in a week. I was feeling pretty proud of myself that Sunday afternoon when I probably should have been writing something about it here but instead I was reliving my 100 km glory on Strava when in my feed a saw that another runner who lives just down the street, let’s call her Audree, had run 50 miles. On Saturday.

week twenty six

Books Read:
40. Oryx and Crake — Margaret Atwood

Kilometres Ran:
this week — 33.52
to date — 917.23

For the life of this journal I’ve posted books that I’ve read and I’ve linked them to where you can buy them and I always try to link back to the publisher especially since a lot of what I read comes from small presses and they deserve the tiny, utterly insignificant amount of traffic that I might in some parallel universe provide. And sometimes I read a book that really doesn’t need any help. Like this one. So I’ve decided that when I post such a title, from now on I’ll like to a good indie/used bookstore and you’ll have to click the link to see which one. But don’t worry, there’s no chance that we’re going to crash any websites with this little endeavor. And I’ll always set to open in a new tab, because websites that don’t do that are jerks. Yeah especially you, Wikipedia. I said last week that I was looking forward to reading Basma Abdel Aziz’s The Queue but instead I read Oryx and Crake and saved The Queue for next. I really liked this book and I’m interested in continuing the series. I thought Jimmy/Snowman was likeable. I did not like how things unfolded with Jimmy and Oryx and Crake at the end of the book; it felt rushed or something, and unfulfilling. Like when I finally finished the main storyline in Fallout 4 today and sort of went, huh, put down the controller and started reading The Queue.
week twenty six
I spent the long weekend visiting family in Victoria, which meant another 10 kilometre jaunt by Beacon Hill Park and out along The Breakwater around the lighthouse at the end and then back to Clover Point. And on Canada Day no less. I expected a nightmarish crowd of people, but the weather wasn’t all that great, so the strollers were rather thin. I never noticed before that the beach below the Terry Fox Mile Zero monument is named for Steve Fonyo. It doesn’t ever show up on Google Maps. I just noticed a little sign as I ran down Waterfront Trail. I don’t know why that’s significant. It probably isn’t.