On Canada Day I ran with a few guys on the BP from Nelson Canyon to the Cleveland Dam. There is still a lot of snow up there and not a hope in hell most if it will melt by race day. We started seeing snow right after the Donut lookout it didn't let up until the Hollyburn Chute. It was a mess up above Cypress and then heading towards Hollyburn even when there was a bare spot there is tons of debris as it has just freshly melted. Then my hand held water bottle flew out of my hand when I lost my balance with my key in the pocket, and landed in Cypress Creek.
Well it is time when I realize that I should start training in earnest. Have a bit of a knee issue but it seems to be coming along (with lots of icing). But I am sure like a lot of you my biggest issue is the constant balancing act of finding the balance between family/career/training. Any suggestions or examples of how you deal with it? Pat Whose waistline has increased over the winter...
First it was my calf. For some reason, in late January when I was in fact feeling strong like bull, something in my calf muscle went "boing!" and that was that. Every time I went for a run of more than 15 minutes, I could feel my muscle tear again, ripping kind of like a piece of paper under my skin.
Why, go out and buy skis that are guaranteed to get you even deeper into the pow, of course!
It's been quite a few years since I hit a telephone pole in a dual slalom race in Park City, Utah, and broke 7 ribs. I'd almost forgotten how much it hurts to laugh with a messed-up rib cage. If I've not seen you on the trails lately, now you know why. Shit happens in 3s. Next what?
On Sunday, I woke up with the sun shining in my face. The Capilano Canyon Night run party went fairly late. It had been a tough work week. It had rained almost constantly for over 2 months. I rarely sleep in past 8:30, but I had no plans and it felt great to do nothing but soak in the rays. I could tell it was going to be a good day.
Last night I was very honored to be invited to speak at the North Shore Challenge. This event was held to raise funds for the Harvest Project, a social service organization that helps people who are in tough circumstances help themselves.
First it was my calf. For some reason, in late January when I was in fact feeling strong like bull, something in my calf muscle went "boing!" and that was that. Every time I went for a run of more than 15 minutes, I could feel my muscle tear again, ripping kind of like a piece of paper under my skin.
Why, go out and buy skis that are guaranteed to get you even deeper into the pow, of course!
On Sunday, I woke up with the sun shining in my face. The 
