Books Stuff Read:
Advanced Collective Bargaining
B.C. Labour Relations Code
B.C. Employment Standards Act
Yarrow Lodge Ltd. [1993] BCLRBD No. 463
Kilometres Ran:
week six — 84.1
To date: 312 km
There was never any risk of insomnia. I spent the week out at Harrison Hot Springs Resort for the fourth week of the annual Canadian Labour Congress’ Winter School in the Advanced Collective Bargaining class. So I completely missed the snowpocalypse in Vancouver. But Harrison had its own, so I didn’t miss it, per se, I just got a different version. Mine was colder, dryer, windier and snowier but the first two made the last one much more bearable. Or maybe Sasquatchable? If I ever knew (seems probable) about the Fraser Valley’s fascination with Bigfoot I’d forgotten. But I digress. I didn’t get a lot of reading done this week because I was busy reading other stuff and by the time I got back to my hotel room each evening I opted to go sit in the hot springs rather than stay in my room with a book. Small sacrifice. From time to time I almost very nearly impulse bought one of those glowing, waterproof Kobos. That would have been handy. Though by now one could hardly characterize it as impulsive.
I arrived in Harrison on Sunday in the midst of an ongoing blizzard and between the walk from the bus to the hotel cabin fever was already setting in. After checking in and getting settled I checked out the fitness room: two treadmills, one elliptical, and one stationary bike. The room opened at 6:30 a.m. Classes started at 9. I was confident, for reasons I should refrain from articulating. Suffice it to say, there was a “no scent policy”, so while deodorant was verboten, smelling of booze and/or cigarettes was a-okay. Hence, I wasn’t expecting a line up for the fitness centre at 6:30 in the morning. And I was wrong. I showed up Monday morning to find the machines spoken for and a line up. Frustrated, I went back to my room. And then my stubbornness set in. I changed from shorts to tights and grabbed my toque and went outside. My phone read minus 10 plus the wind. My Garmen couldn’t find a GPS signal (not confidence inspiring, Garmen, ahem…) so I just used Strava on my phone and set off. And I am so glad that I did. The wind was sporadic and while the snow drifts were sometimes over my knees the snow itself was dry and soft. No surprise ice patches and no slush. The mornings were beautiful, with barely even a car to contend with. I ran every day this week, and in spite of the worst weather since I started running this is the farthest I’ve ever run in one week. So after a rather frustrating week five, with week six I’m back on track for 2,600 km. I didn’t make it to Sasquatch Park though. Perhaps Harrison deserves a return visit.
