week fifteen – 70.8
week sixteen – 74.7
2020 to date: 1,022 KM
I went to Costco the other day and as I arrived a busybody announced to everyone waiting to pay for parking that we might was to check the line to get in because it was an hour and a half long and they damn sure weren’t waiting in that nonsense but I was sure I had a book or twenty on my phone so standing around for 90 minutes didn’t sound terrible and besides I was sure they were type who believe that two metres is six feet so I wasn’t going to take their word for it. Why Did I Ever is the perfect book to read while waiting in line because it’s basically like reading through a moderately interesting person’s Twitter timeline except at the end of it you get to flout that you read an actual book rather than wasting your time endlessly scrolling on social media even though most of the time you have no clue what the fuck Robison is talking about. For instance:
I say to myself, “Stop it.” Or so I say. It doesn’t work.
I say to myself, “Damn you, damn you, God help you, help you, help.”
I liked this book in spite (or out of spite?) of not really knowing what the hell was going on. But it’s poetry month and also Easter came and went so to celebrate the resurrection I woke up Easter Sunday and pulled out my copy of the collected works of Wallace Stevens and flipped through to “Sunday Morning” as the warm spring morning sun shone in through my apartment window and it was perfect. Everybody loves WC Williams or (that Nazi sympathizer) Ezra Pound and don’t get me wrong because I like Williams a lot but Stevens is my guy. Frost? The guy who overthinks a hike? GTFO.
On a my long run yesterday out along the Central Valley Greenway to Burnaby and up Willingdon to Confederation trail and then back under the Iron Workers Memorial Bridge through Strathcona and then home somewhere along the way I passed 1,000 kilometres so far in 2020 and while I’ve been conscious that it was coming up rather quickly it was still a bit of a surprise just how quickly it came up. So I checked. Last year I made it to one thousand on May 24 while I was on vacation in Paris.
In 2018 I made it to one thousand on May 27 while I was on vacation in Tallinn, Estonia.
This year I made it to one thousand on April 18 while I was running through Burnaby.
Today was the day that the Vancouver Sun Run was supposed to go but was cancelled because of the COVID-19 pandemic. I had no intention of running it. I did have a goal to run a time fast enough to get a seeded bib (sub 38:00) but I knew it wasn’t going to be this year so I didn’t even sign up. Today after a mid-long bike ride to recover from yesterday’s long run, I set out for an easy jog over Lions Gate Bridge and back. My intention was to run 9 KM to get to 200 KM for April, but I hit 4.5 heading out in the middle of the bridge I wasn’t going to turn around mid span. So I jogged to the end then back home for a pretty casual 10KM in 48:53 reminiscing most of the way about running my very first race five years ago today when I Sun Ran and finished in 52:57 and thought I was going to die. Nostalgia weekend for sure.