Summer Earworm

Books Read:
17. White Noise — Don Delilo
18. 3 Summers — Lisa Robertson

Kilometres Ran:
week twenty two — 51
week twenty three — 75.7

To date: 1,281 km

I started reading White Noise once a while ago and didn’t get past the first part which is a shame because well no. I wanted to like this book. It’s okay. If you’re trying to decide if it’s okay that I wanted to like this book, or if the book is okay, or if it’s okay that I didn’t like this book, then have fun with that. I picked up 3 Summers and was holding onto it until summer finally arrived and then it got kind of nice so I read it and then it turned awful again so my bad I guess. Kind of like when my landlord turned off the heat in my building and I took that as a sign to take my air conditioner out of storage. Premature. Also, 3 Summers is not nearly as summery as the title claims. But Robertson is a gem and everyone should read everything that she writes, he writes with minimal exaggeration but weirdly in the third person.

I don’t have a photo to go with this entry.

The Scotiabank Half is in two weeks (well two weeks from the date that I’m going to tag this as posted but that’s another story) and I’ve been hitting the last bit of it a couple times which involves a bit of get to the route which involves me running over Burrard Bridge and then along Point Grey Road then up West 4th to Chancellor BLVD to North Marine Drive which is about 11 km from my home and that point is about the 8 km point of the Scotiabank route so I’m doing this and running down Marine to Spanish Banks and PS I don’t run with headphones and just as I’m passing the off leash part an Ice Cream truck meets me and so for the 10 km or so I have It’s A Small World After All It’s A Small Small World stuck in my head on repeat over and over and over and probably now you do too.

Czech Vacation

Books Read:
Zipola

Kilometres Ran:
week twenty — 26
week twenty one — 40.8

To date: 1,155 km

I didn’t read anything because we were too busy walking around 20 kilometres per day in Prague, Kutna Hora and Brno in the Czech Republic looking at stuff and by the end of the days I was either too tired or too Pilsnered to feel like settling into a book. Not on the trains. Not even on the planes.

I ran though. In Prague. The daytrip to Kutna Hora did not allow for a run, and the couple-daytrip to Brno I didn’t bring along my running gear and I wish that I would have.

Not a lot of people running in Prague, which didn’t really surprise me. But a lot of people running in Brno, which did surprise me. Brno was very cool. I liked it there a lot.

SC and me were contemplating whether we like Brno so much because we were there just long enough to see cool stuff and didn’t really have a chance to get bored. But regardless we agreed that the new rule is any place for over 24 hours and the running gear has to come along. I think that’s a good rule.

I ran five times in Prague, and each run was around six and a half kilometres and I was a bit concerned that I was going to lose it and what with the Scotiabank Half coming up in four weeks from when we got home so I went out and ran a half for good measure and Strava says it’s my second fastest half so I think I’m okay.