Leading into the Hypo Half I’d argue that fate was conspiring against me.
Not only is the run traditionally the coldest race of the year, frequently tanking temperatures measuring in the low sub-zero teens, or colder, but the conditions are iffy at best. A cold winter run, a river-valley-view neighbourhood street with a base of snow and ice, a cold wind blowing off the frozen river valley, and nothing driving you forward save for the thought of a buffet brunch at the finish line.
Top that off with the consideration that my training hadn’t gone exactly as planned. I spent most of January sick and still I have this lingering cough that I can’t seem to shake. I’d run about half as much as I would have liked, completed but a single long training run, and didn’t do any of the other supplementary building such as hills, speed training, or whatever.
Oh, and then we were out of town for the day yesterday, at a birthday party for my dad eating pizza and straining my calves crouch-walking around the shallow swimming pool, and then eating some cake and ice cream before driving home in the pitch of night to get a restless night of sleep.
Fate was prodding me.
But I got up at six, ate, caffeinated, dressed, drove (stopping half way to pick up Lynda) and we skittered our way across the ice towards the start line.
And then the temperature wasn’t too bad.
And the streets were not clear, but they weren’t too bad either.
And the wind gusted a few times, but it wasn’t worth complaining about.
And the company was great.
And the sun came out.
And we ran.
Our first half marathon of the year (and Cody’s first half race ever) and our times were so-so but we had modest expectations, and cute finisher medals, and then we ate brunch, took lots of silly photos and dranks lots of coffee before we called it a success and went home to rest.
A reloaded post is a short-and-sweet collection of the (sometimes-interlinked) randomness from my recent life, universe and everything else in between. They would be more detailed but they tend to be events lacking in either (a) details or (b) depth… or in the time to more fully record them. Enjoy.
The dog is not impressed with the weather either…
It’s bitterly cold and shaping up to be a nasty and weather-non-compliant holiday season. As I write this I realize that my meagre six day break is officially half over — it being Sunday night and I getting just another three days off before I go back to work — and apart from a few holiday-ish events, I’ve barely done anything seasonal at all. Perhaps it’s being trapped in the house due to the cold. Did I mention it was cold? Bitterly cold? Oh, right…
I blew up my new camera on Thursday night. That’s right, I managed to push the darned little GoPro to it’s limits and — wham! — it failed. Epically.
So, long story short: I tried to film myself running. It was minus twenty. Celsius. And then I didn’t let it warm up enough and — blah, blah, techno-babble, blah — I did something that corrupted my memory card and left me with a bunch of unusable data scraped from the smouldering remains of my MicroSD card.
Press format. Start over.
The camera was okay, but the footage was not. And as proof, I shot this little baby in the backyard about thirty-six hours later, capturing some snow-play with Claire in 120 frames per second glory, and editing about five seconds of the ten minutes I captured into a reduced speed leap from the deck into the heaps of fresh snow.
I pay a few bucks every month and rent a Minecraft server. Generally it’s pretty awesome. Great customer support and fairly stable. But the latest update came out last week and — wham — something crashed, somewhere, somehow. And — long story short — my Minecraft server has been in various states of repair for the last three days.
This is unfortunate if only because I finally have some time to play, and the weather has been cold enough to justify hibernating in front of the computer… and my Minecraft server is broken. Insert sad face here.
Oddly enough, despite my inability to play it, Minecraft has actually been featuring fairly prominently in our house this past few days. Not only did I spring eight bucks this morning and buy myself a digital copy of the new Minecraft documentary, and not only did my Creeper hat finally arrive in the mail after waiting for the confluence of international postal services for over a month, but Claire has been, well frankly, obsessed.
We have Minecraft on the iPad and she has been going to town building and crafting (all in Creative mode) enough that I think she managed to grind her Minecraft Skillz up to a double-digit level this weekend. Enough to make a dad proud, anyhow.
That Time of Year
Apart from that, it’s been a kind of stop-and-go busy. I helped out at Claire’s Kindergarten party for her last day of class. We went that afternoon to the theater and saw the re-release of Monsters, Inc. (but in 3D). We’ve been doing the last bit of shopping. I’ve shovelled the sidewalk three times and completely avoided putting on my running shoes thanks to the cold weather. We did a pot-luck brunch with my running crew this morning. And we’ve been wrapping, cooking, and finalizing all the last minute details for the next few days…
And speaking of the next few days… I’m signing off until at least Boxing Day. Enjoy your holiday. Celebrate how you see fit and enjoy the warmth of your friends and family. Peace.