week forty three

Books Read:
53. Once in Blockadia — Stephen Collis

Kilometres Ran:
this week — 37.62
to date — 1,636.45

I picked up this copy of Once in Blockadia from the Talonbooks table at Word a few weeks ago and then flew away for a bit and forgot about it and then picked it up around the same time that the Standing Rock stuff was happening and just starting to get attention from the lamestream media, giving the sexual predator that’s running for the White House about a minute less free campaign ad airtime. And it’s really good and frustrating. I’m in the midst of half a dozen books right now and I somewhat doubt that any of them will get completed before the end of week forty four but maybe. It could happen.
I was sick most of this week (which makes my reading all the more patheticker) and didn’t do a whole lot of running but did get out three times but it was Saturday morning that was the kicker (literally) when I was coming along the Seawall by the Second Beach pool, right there near the 8 km marker and there’s an older woman up ahead and she has an umbrella because it’s raining but not pouring but wet and she coming toward me and I’m about to pass and she darts towards me and kicks me on my shin in what I guess was an attempt to trip me and shouts “get out of my face” and some other inaudibles and that’s a first. It was such a weird encounter I’m still not sure how to process it except that this person is probably either having a really bad day or is not right in the head and those are not necessarily mutually exclusive. And there were (surprisingly) quite a few other people running that morning and I wonder if anyone else got the galoshes greeting that I did.

week thirty eight

Books Read:
51. XEclogue — Lisa Robertson

Kilometres Ran:
this week — 58.77
to date — 1,467.82

I haven’t finished In the Garden of Evil or whatever it is called but I’m just putting it on hiatus for a bit and I’m determined to get back to it and finish it but I just wanted to read something else for a bit. I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to bring it with me to Scandinavia. I went to Word today, formerly known as Word on the Street, formerly known as a thriving literary festival. Sad. Anyway, it wasn’t all a bust because I got to say hello to Rolf Maurer at the New Star table and catch Jen Sookfong Lee talk a bit about her craft and hear Elee Kraljii Gardiner read poems about figure skating and sex in hay bales and get Stephen Collis to sign my copy of his new book Once in Blockadia that I just picked up over at the Talonbooks table where I got to congratulate Kevin Williams for winning B.C. Publisher of the Year and run into the ineffable Jordan Abel and I wish that I would have brought my copy of Martin John along so that I could get Anakana Schofield to sign it and I’m sure that I left someone out but that’s more than enough name dropping for one run-on sentence so I went home and read the copy of XEclogue that I picked up for the steal of just $4 (thanks Rolf!).
But before I read poetry I ran over the Lions Gate bridge for the first time after thinking about how I’d wanted to do that for a few months and it was a really nice run with the change of scenery and the long hills up and down that were pretty great. I did have a bit of a freak out as I passed the lion statues at the foot of the bridge on the Stanley Park side and the ground dropped off on my right and my acrophobia kicked in rather strongly. Or was it gephyrophobia. I wonder if you can have gephyrophobia without acrophobia. It seems like they would go hand-in-hand. I run over the Burrard Bridge pretty regularly but I’ve never really noticed the traffic exhaust but going through the Stanley Park causeway and over the bridge I really noticed the vehicle exhaust. By the time I crossed the bridge and back again it was really starting to bother me or so I let myself believe, and I had a bit of a sore throat that may be merely coincidence.