works of wanderlust

Category: running & adventure

My sport involves feet and trails and moving one quickly across the other.

  • head over feets, seven

    With the pool closed now, I have been a couple of things fitness-wise, frazzled and lazy. I mean, it is going to take me a couple solid weeks to find a rhythm and routine again, and one of those fail points is definitely reared up as my lack of logging of everything here. Yeah, I haven’t posted—not that anyone but me is checking, but accountability is accountability, even to oneself.

    So I figured I would do two things: (1) try for a running streak in September and (2) reset this log starting on last Saturday (back in August) when my running streak properly started. 

    So Saturday, huh? Yeah, I woke up feeling motivated and drove down to Park Run. I don’t want to say I’m a rare participant in Park Run but the August long weekend was only my second outing of the year and my ninth overall.  The vibe is that of a race, even though people have literally argued with me about this online, but for me it checks enough boxes—start and finish lines, timed results, online records, lots of participants—that I feel like I’m racing, so I try a bit harder. As it was I pushed myself and came in just barely under thirty minutes, good but not great, but still anything under thirty feels like I’m not completely out of shape.

    It doesn’t strictly count as a fitness point, but I ordered a pair of wireless waterproof bone conducting headphones. I’m a normal kind of guy, after all, and I like to listen to some tunes while I work out. I tried the whole fruit-based pod thing and they get sweaty and fall out, and I know the new ones have improved—but then I saw the waterproof wrap-around version (no brands mentioned) were on the reward points website and so, I’m like, that seems like an upgrade for my purposes. They are currently on order and I won’t say a done deal, but I expect them in a week or two.

    Sunday we met thirty minutes early for our Sunday run because the forecast was for hot, hot, hot by mid-morning—and it wasn’t wrong. We logged an honest eight klicks and tried to keep it to the shade.

    I figure that pretty much anything I log with my watch counts as fitness, so having logged a two hour paddle down the river with my wife and dog on Sunday afternoon I can say, yeah, kayaking down a river is a workout. I was tired like crazy that evening.

    I was feeling dedicated to my still-young run streak on Monday but the firesmoke had rolled in and we cancelled our traditional breakfast run meetup—in that we still went for breakfast but skipped the run for health reasons.  But I had a run on my mind and a rec centre pass in my wallet so I hit the track and logged a five klicks track run shortly after we washed up from dinner.

    Now, summer vacation proper is over, effective as I write this knowing my kid is off to school again, and my days can be a little more focussed on getting back into the fall and winter routine—and that includes some serious ramping up of my training. Stay tuned.

  • weekend wrap, fourteen

    It’s September, and the last few days of August were a long weekend that was busy and activity-filled and definitely not wasted for the last day of summer holidays.

    Friday evening I got my board shorts on and sat in front of the computer for a a solid two hours attending the kick off board meeting for the start of the new orchestra season.  We start rehearsing again in less than a week, but being on the board (kinda—I’m more of a committee head) means sacrificing an occasional evening to make things work behind the scenes. Just too bad it was a Friday of a long weekend this year.

    With the heat wave, I hadn’t been out running all week, so I decided last minute to go check out Park Run. It just about killed me, but I pulled out a sub-30 five klick run.

    Otherwise it was a pretty quiet Saturday, up until Karin and I went out for dinner—and then stopped by the pop-up Night Market in the nearby Rec Centre parking lot. It’s a new event some group is trying to get going, and it seemed like a lot of fun and busy too.

    I went back later with my camera, walking over after the sun set, so I could play around with some low light night photography in a crowd.

    Sunday morning it was another normal day for a group run, which was a good thing that (a) we started early because the heat came on later and (b) ran at all, because the smoke came on later, too.

    Karin and I got rolling shortly after and got the kayak out on the river for a two hour paddle down the North Saskatchewan with the dog as our only passenger.

    But all that action darn near wore me out so we crashed on the couch that evening.

    Monday was a stat holiday, and as such we had planned a breakfast run meetup. The plan, as per usual, was to park near A&W, run five klicks and then go for breakfast. Sadly, the smoke had rolled in and the air quality was at a 10 plus. The verdict and consensus was to skip the run and just go for breakfast. Smart.

    I don’t really know where the rest of the day went. The kid has been filming her friends doing silly things in the backyard for a “Taskmaster” party she is planning, so we mostly just kept quiet and out of her way until dinner.

    I figured I should get some physical activity in, tho, so the Kid and I went to the Rec Center and I ran laps while she did some strength training.

    But that was that, and we came home so she could finish prepping for her first day of University (today) and I could settle back in for the end of summer… well, summer holidays.

  • head over feets, six

    Unfortunately, my inclination to stay active is frustrated routinely by the effects of mental clutter that has me fomo’ing a blur of professional and personal obligations. That’s to say, I’d go out for a run were I not feeling like I was waiting for the phone to ring or an email to arrive or nudging myself to go out and make some art, darnitall. The net result is that if I don’t schedule a workout into my plan well in advance, the old gears grind to a halt and somehow I linger in the wings failing to do much of anything productive at all. 

    A subjective standstill.

    Somehow, despite these odds, I have been fitness’ing by…

    I showed up for Wednesday run club on the heels of a day-long storm that was just clearing as I set out to drive over to the store. Only two of us showed up, likely because of the rain, and we logged a humid and mostly-cool six klicks through the suburban asphalts. Puddles abounded. 

    I forgot to wear my watch when I went to the pool before lunch on Thursday. This may seem like a trivial thing, but it did incur me the duty of keeping mental track of my laps, and counting accurately while submerged is a trick like patting one’s head whilst rubbing one’s belly. It is an act of coordination. Nevertheless, accurate or not, I came up with a satisfactory number and the simultaneous conclusion that swimming at ten in the morning is not the best time for lane busyness. 

    I was undecided on a Thursday run so I declined to initiate a plan, but others intervened and we ended up meeting down south. Our planned six klick tour of the neighbourhood missed a critical turn so we followed the trail to the next available exit and wound and wend a route we have misguided ourselves to previously. It added an additional two klicks to the distance, which doesn’t sound like much but two unplanned klicks along a deceptively long suburban road takes literally forever to finish.

    I have been to the local Park Run a half dozen times give or take over the last couple years. My beef with the fun run is that it “is not a race” but there is a course, start, finish, timer and people sure act like they are racing. Oh, sure—the race is only ever with yourself, but the vibe makes me amp up my game for better or worse, and yet there I was Saturday at the start line again.

    As the maintenance shut down for the nearby pool looms just over a week away, I am making sure to continue to try to build a habit before that habit shifts to another facility further away. Tuesday by seven thirty in the morning I was swimming laps and pushing myself to go a bit further. All bets remain on the early swims as the best time, at least in the summer. We’ll see how it shapes up when school is back in and all the students are stuck in class.

  • head over feets, five

    Early August has been a mixed bag for me. I’d like to blame the weather—hot as it has been—but there are other factors and life is just futzing along being adversarial to my side-goals.

    Either way, I managed to get out and do a bit of activity, like:

    I had this idea that now that I’ve been swimming a few times I would see how the different times of day compare for lane availability. In that spirit I found myself checking into the wristband station around 1pm and was standing on the pool’s edge by about quarter after perplexed by the number of swimmers mid-day on a weekday. It’s summer, I suppose. I squeezed myself into the crowd and logged about five hundred meters as much for the refreshing cool of the pool in the summer heat as for the exercise.

    I joined run club the next day and despite the borderline too-hot heat (it was 29C in the shade!) we set out on a six klick loop. I am not a fan of hot weather running, but I managed to finish off the distance if a little slowly. Kim, on the other hand, had a bit of a reaction to the conditions exacerbated by the temperature and had to call an ambulance.

    The next night we tried another run of similar distance down along the river, but the weather had cooled considerably and it had started to rain so barely twenty-four hours later a five klick run was logged even though our shoes were waterlogged.

    I don’t usually count my walks, nor even really log them these days, but Friday I set out for a stroll and (having walked that route before so I know the distances) put six klicks on my treads in the light drizzle.

    The local marathon is next weekend so a few people are tapering. I’m not sure many in our group are seriously running tho. We’ve got a couple going out for fun and a couple more pacers—which is serious but usually one paces at a comfortable time because you are out there helping other people run it. All that is to say we did a simple 8k run on Sunday because it’s that time of year and no one was up for anything crazy long.

    My swimming honeymoon is over and what with our little vacation out to BC I lost my momentum. I have been trying to get back into a routine and also trying other time slots. Monday even was not it. I logged 750m in lane swimming around 830pm and the lane pool was packed. I think I’d better stick to mornings.

  • head over feets, four

    One of the hardest parts about trying to keep a fitness routine is that life often takes priority over sweat. Late July and early August have been excellent examples of how a blur of family and community obligations can quickly derail any training plan. Couple that to a mid-summer heat wave where the temperatures have frequently swelled to a sweltering 30C on the daily, and finding the time and motivation to be out on the trails has been a bigger challenge than doing the work itself. 

    To elaborate, since I last posted a fairly productive span of workouts: 

    Literally a day and a half later I was back in the pool with good intentions to repeat my thousand meter swim from Sunday evening. Recovery was not on my side, however, and I did half that much and was happy enough that I could muster five hundred. Those arms were still pretty sore.

    And while we don’t usually run often on Tuesday evenings, we threw off our schedule to do a run + drinks for an impromptu birthday party. After about five klicks around the neighbourhood from the parking lot of a local lounge restaurant we resumed to a pint and recovered the calories we had burnt. 

    Stuff happened here. Namely, we went on a bit of vacation to the interior of BC for six days. In that span I either sat in a car for literal day-long drives through the mountains with little more activity than occasionally getting out to stretch our legs—or doing crazy active stuff like paddling around a lake in a kayak for hours upon hours. I did not run. I did not swim. I did not follow any routine. It was glorious.

    But shortly we were back home and—in the middle of a heat wave—I resumed my swimming the next morning and even spent an hour on a stationary bike that evening.

    Yet summer fun intervened again and as the August long weekend rolled around my fitness schedule was a blur of social activity and volunteering. I did squeeze in a five klick breakfast run with the crew on Monday, but the bulk of my activity was actually being on my feet standing at a stove in the middle of a park cooking crepes for the heritage festival followed by five hours of hard labour packing up a temporary kitchen in the lingering summer heat.

    Life should settle out for a few weeks now, and even though a few of the crew are in their last couple of weeks training before the local marathon weekend I should be able to get back on a regular schedule with my own plans.