Monday, April 16, 2012

Trading Wasaga Beach for the Humber River

It was an emotional decision to sell our home in Wasaga Beach and move back to Toronto. Beautiful home designed and built just as we wanted it. Sitting on our back deck on a cloudless summer day enjoying a cold one...or two...was priceless.  And as a runner the miles of flat running along the shore of Georgian Bay virtually year round was a major attraction.

The downside was the time apart.  Working in Toronto during the week and travelling to Wasaga each weekend was a chore. We used Skype, cell phone, email, text and phone calls to keep in touch during the week. But eventually it took it's toll.  And is often the case it was a simple statement from a chance meeting that Sally had one day with a lady walking her dog that did it:  "Why are you guys living apart?...Life's too short for that".


So now we live in a leafy area of central Etobicoke literally steps from the Humber River.  Here's a photo of the creek that runs down one of the trails I now have the fortune to run along each day:

So was it a fair trade?  Sally and I think so.  And so does Tia who now enjoys chasing all the squirrels that inhabit the woods just outside our back door.  

It's nice to be home. And a final note:  Sally never did run into that lady and her dog again.

Until next time...

Note:  Photo and video shot with the Samsung Galaxy Note.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Heading toward disaster as fast as I could

Did you hear the one about the runner who went out for a long run and spent the last half walking?  That happened to me last weekend on what was supposed to be a relatively easy 1hour and 50 minute training run.  For a variety of reasons it didn't work out quite as planned.

It began with a great meal Friday night.  Sally is a fabulous cook and we enjoyed fresh Halibut over a bed of sauteed greens.  Lots of great protein but not much in the way of carbohydrates.  My fault entirely.

Combined with that was that I was fighting some kind of giddy head feeling.  My late Grandmother often referred to a general malice as having a 'Giddy Head'.  Instead of a shorter run, I pressed ahead with the LSD and figured a daytime cold/sinus pill would work.  Well, it did for the first 60 minutes.

And to compound the situation, my pre-run breakfast consisted of a single piece of bread and a small yogurt.  As you can see, I was heading for was only going to be a matter of time.

At around an hour into my 2 hour run the inevitable happened:  I crashed.  Slowed to a shuffle then finally walking.  That sucked!

In the end I managed to get in 1 hour and 50 minutes of training...too bad the last half was walking.

Until next time...

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