Distance: 5.08 km
Weather: Cloudy
Temp: 15-18ºC
Wind: light
Calories burned: 355
Average pace: 5:15/km
Total distance to date: 806 km
A brisk start today (4:59 for the first km) but I began to lag slightly as a cramp in my stomach persisted through the initial 3 km of the run. I decided to stop the run at 5K rather than have a slower-than-satisfactory 10K. The run was otherwise unremarkable.
Chart (blue indicates the run was done clockwise):
Distance: 10.02 km
Weather: Cloudy
Temp: 18-20ºC
Wind: none
Calories burned: 700
Average pace: 5:21/km
Total distance to date: 801 km
After an extra day off, I tackled my first run of the week on the first official day of summer. In a strange turn of events, the weather was actually summer-like! In fact, it was the hottest day of the year to date and so I avoided the glare of Mr. Sun by running around 8 p.m. in the evening. It was still 20ºC and cooled to a still balmy 18ºC by the end of the run.
The park was abuzz with activity, with one ball game ended, another in progress, a soccer scrim midfield, people playing badminton, smoking pot and walking their wiener dogs (which is not to say everyone was doing all of these things, though that would have been most interesting to see).
I tried to pace myself a bit slower to start, hoping to have more juice for the second half of the run and it worked! My first km came in at 5:00/km instead of the zany-fast 4:53 of the previous run and yet my overall pace came in three seconds faster, at 5:21/km — my second fastest 10K to date. My knee didn’t bother me at all and I maintained good form and pace — my back did not start to ache, I did not find the final two km a horrible slog. By the end the air was starting to cool and my biggest issue — a very parched mouth — was alleviated somewhat.
Overall, a very good run.
Chart (blue indicates the run was done clockwise):
I’ve now watched a good portion of Cars and I still can’t get past the concept. I can accept talking fish, rats, ants and toys but for some reason talking cars stretch credibility too much. Maybe because the talking animals and toys still exist in a human world, whereas the cars exist in a bizarro world where they stand in place of humans. It begs obvious questions like ‘Where do baby cars come from?”
I have been known to mock the occasional misspelling. I can’t explain why I do this. I recall vaguely from years ago that I read somewhere that spelling is not related to intelligence and can vouch for knowing people who are smart but fairly terrible at spelling. Much as I can’t explain why I might mock a misspelling, I likewise offer no insight as to why I generally do not have to look up a word in order to spell it correctly.
I am, however, ready to blame the Internet for making the general level of literacy (and spelling) that much worse. It’s a convenient scapegoat and it comes with lots of circumstantial evidence, like The Best Obnoxious Responses to Misspellings on Facebook. It’s quite possible every entry on the site is faked but they ring true.
This is almost like a comedy routine (warning: salty language):
Me, I don’t fuss over the occasional typo. I might raise an eyebrow when I see ‘rediculous’, I may open my mouth as if to say something after spotting a your/you’re slip. I pretty much pass right over its/it’s since that one just underscores how arbitrary and strange English is, anyway. But I do offer one warning:
Distance: 10.02 km
Weather: Cloudy
Temp: 15-18ºC
Wind: light
Calories burned: 700
Average pace: 5:24/km
Total distance to date: 791 km
Things I don’t normally see on a run that I saw today:
a lesbian couple kissing in midfield
a guy doing a test-lap around the path on a motorized scooter
a spare tire near one of the baseball diamonds
a polite, knowledgeable dog owner. Haha, just kidding. I have seen more than one of these. I think.
I started the run at my lightest weight of the year, a svelte 145.5 pounds.
The big question today was how would my knee hold up and the answer is: better than Wednesday, not as well as Monday. I could definitely feel it but it wasn’t enough to significantly slow my performance. In fact, the entire run was beset my minor discomforts, ranging from my lower back starting to ache, a brief flare-up in my left ankle and recurring heartburn/acid reflux (the latter may be due to a late slice of pepperoni pizza last night, though neither pizza nor pepperoni normally gives me heartburn). I was fearing my time by the end of the run but was pleasantly surprised that I actually came in one second faster than Monday’s 10K (5:24/km) and had my best first 2 km this year (4:53/km for 1K and 5:01/km for 2K). My strong start couldn’t overcome the flagging in the final 2 km, though. I was feeling pretty pooped by the end.
Joan also piped up to congratulate me on another 500 km toward my goal of reaching Mars. As always, thanks Joan!
On a final note, I mistakenly ran clockwise for the second run in a row. I normally alternate but for some reason got things mixed up today. No harm, but wanted to make it clear the chart is accurate.
Chart (blue indicates the run was done clockwise):
I freely admit that when I go out to see a movie, it’s because I want to see it on a freaking huge screen to better appreciate the spectacle of sound and light being presented. This means when I’m seeing a movie during the summer it ain’t gonna be an arthouse film. This year I’ve started with two superhero movies, both from the Marvel universe.
Thor
I know little about Thor the comic (comic book, that is, not stand-up comic, though that itself is an interesting concept). I know he’s some sort of viking dude with a hammer and that’s about it. The movie fleshes out his origin story, presenting Thor as a reckless warmonger lusting for blood with little thought to the consequence. A heavily made-up Anthony Hopkins plays his father who banishes him to Earth for being such a reckless boob (Thor lives on a snazzy viking planet and they have some kind of wormhole thingie that can shoot them hither and yonder across the galaxy. Nerds everywhere are cringing at my inability to give any of this stuff its proper names). Thor’s arrival is heralded by him getting hit by a van. This turns out to be a literal running gag. Over the course of the movie Thor goes through a character arc of sorts, which kind of surprised me, given I was mostly expecting lots of fighting and special effects (and there is plenty of both), turning into a wiser, more mellow kind of dude who is fit to be king, unlike his rat brother Loki, who plots to exterminate their enemies, Thor, dad and pretty much anyone who gets in his way.
Good triumph over evil in the end, of course, and Loki gets away with a Vader-esque escape, so he’s primed to be a main bad guy in The Avengers movie — and that’s what Thor feels like, a prequel of sorts to The Avengers, introducing Thor. But it works for what it is. Kenneth Branagh (!) keeps the action moving and gives the characters enough time to catch their collective breath and flesh out scenes that would otherwise feel like perfunctory bits between explosions. The off-kilter camera angles often used to establish shots on Earth might recall the same trick being used on the campy Batman series from the 1960s but here it works as an effective way to illustrate the fish-out-of-water nature of Thor’s presence on the planet.
Chris Hemsworth appears to have had a great time playing the title character and is thoroughly enjoyable as he alternates between bumbling about powerless on Earth and swaggering and swinging the hammer with gusto about on his home planet of Asgard. For some reason I didn’t even recognize Natalie Portman until well into the movie. Her plucky scientist Jane Foster is fairly rote and she does little to distinguish the role but she’s not bad, either and this will certainly look better on her resume than Your Highness. Tom Hiddlestone does a nice job with Loki, at turns menacing and slightly campy.
The effects are dazzling and well-rendered and the action is plentiful and satisfying. Comic book movies don’t have a very high bar to reach to be considered decent. After all, Electra and Daredevil both got greenlit and they’ve made two Fantastic Four movies, so by my account, Thor comes off quite well. A solid romp, I rate it 3.5 mystical hammers out of 5.
X-Men: First Class
After the fairly dismal X-Men 3: Everyone Dies and an okay-but-not great Wolverine movie, the powers-that-be at Marvel apparently decided it was time to reboot the franchise by going the prequel route and so we find X-Men: First Class set in 1962 and laying out the origins of the merry band of mutants led by Professor Xavier. The film plays up the early 60s angle right down to making the Cuban missile crisis the centerpiece of the story but never veers into Austin Powers territory in terms of costumes or design. In fact, there are a few fashion anachronisms, mostly with some hairstyles looking a bit too modern.
James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender are both well-cast as the younger Xavier and Magneto, respectively. While the film shows Magneto’s transformation into a ‘bad guy’, Xavier is given a completely different take as a sex-loving, beer-swilling kinda guy (who still has a highly developed moral code that causes him to ultimately part ways with Magneto).
I don’t have any serious coimplaints about the movie. It moves along well and although the supporting cast don’t get a lot of time to explore their characters, they all handle themselves well. It did seem Angel was given no real motivation to join with evil mutant Sebastian Shaw and I suspect the many-credited writers may have had something in there at some point that got cut. And speaking of Shaw, I’m unsure what to make of Kevin Bacon as the chief bad guy. I actually didn’t recognize him in the 1944 scenes where he appears as a Nazi doctor. Once he became Evil Kevin Bacon in 1962 I was less convinced because, you know…Kevin Bacon. They should have given him a big villainous mustache or something.
I’m usually not big on reboots, remakes or prequels but X-Men: First Class actually pulls off the origin story with intelligence, flair and, well, class. If the film does well, expect to see X-Men: Second Class get the go-ahead. Okay, maybe not with that title. X-Men: Top of Class? X-Men: Still Classy? They had four people credited on the screenplay, they can throw a couple of writers at coming up with a decent name for a sequel.
After last night’s 4-0 loss in Game 7 of the Stanley Cup final, several hundred idiots in downtown Vancouver decided to have a riot. This may be the best image to capture the absurdity of rioting over a hockey loss:
Lovers in a dangerous time
(Photo courtesy of Rich Lam/Getty and is part of the photo gallery in this CBC news story.)
Distance: 5.2 km
Weather: Sunny
Temp: 20ºC
Wind: strong gusts at times
Calories burned: 363
Average pace: 5:19/km
Total distance to date: 781 km
Although it was sunny for the entirety of my run today it did not slow me down as much as I had feared, though my pace was off by a couple of seconds. I had planned a full 10K but right at the 5K mark my left knee felt like it was locking up. I debated briefly on whether to run at a slower pace and wait it out or call it there before my average pace went to poop. I called it at 5.2 km completed and am planning on another run tomorrow – my first back-to-back runs in many moons.
The knee is feeling fine now, so I don’t believe it’s hurt, just old and stupid.
The run was otherwise unremarkable. I am coming home dusty instead of muddy now, which is actually kind of nice.
Chart (blue indicates the run was done clockwise):
Today I applied for my first-ever passport. The last time I traveled to the US a passport was not necessary but eight years after 9/11 it was determined that causing extra inconvenience to Canadians would protect the US from terrorists that never came through Canada to begin with, but who am I to argue with paranoia and excessive (and false) security?
The surprising thing is after getting my photos taken to the required specifications at the drugstore-that-shall-not-be-named and filling out the three pages of the application and having Alison help out as my guarantor (“This guy is not an evil clone, I swear!”) I went to the passport office downtown, winced at the huge number of people waiting but was pleasantly surprised at how efficiently they were processed. Before long I was speaking with a nice young woman who told me my passport would be ready to pick up in just two weeks. Nice!
Distance: 10.03 km
Weather: Mainly cloudy
Temp: 17-19ºC
Wind: strong gusts at times
Calories burned: 680
Average pace: 5:25/km
Total distance to date: 776 km
Two of my least favorite running conditions converged today as I prepared for my first 10K of the year: wind and dogs.
The wind was quite strong for the start of the run but settled down before the midway point and I managed to avoid an SLC (sudden loss of cap). I did, however, encounter a ULI (untied lace incident). This one was notable in that instead of feeling loose over a period of laps and then coming unwound, it pretty much spontaneously untied itself. I regained my rhythm quickly after pausing to re-tie.
My pace up to the 8K mark was actually ahead of my previous run but moving out beyond that I began to tucker a bit and ultimately finished with a still-respectable pace of 5:25/km. Body-wise my left knee was hurting not in an injured way but more in ‘that darned possibly arthritic knee’ way. I may investigate ways to minimize the discomfort during runs, though so far it hasn’t proven to be a problem with the actual end result.
The combination of warm temperature and wind left me fairly patched by the end and fortunately the fountain was both working and not filled with bees. I hate bee-filled fountains (see previous entries from last summer). The port-o-potty also returned after being hauled away last fall. It’s now positioned next to the trail alongside 7th Avenue and is also across from a construction site which also has port-o-potties. I’m assuming it’s intended for park users despite no signs because the door is facing toward the field. And it’s hard to imagine a port-o-potty going rogue, even if only across a street. I shall make use of it should I forget to go before a run and my world’s tiniest bladder calls out for relief.
There were two exercise groups out today and at several points I had as many as three people jogging ahead of me. One of them was a younger kid when I was about 3 km in. I slowly gained on him in that classic tortoise and the hare thing and for about half a lap had left him behind. Suddenly he darts past me on the left and when he’s gotten far enough ahead to be fully in my point of view, the little bastard raises his arms in triumph, Rocky-style. I knew better than to try to catch him, though. He was sprinting and before reaching the next curve had stopped altogether.
And it seems a jog doesn’t go by now without an annoying dog owner being present. I’m not referring here to the guy who walked into the park and lit a cigarette (no smoking) and immediately let his dog off leash (not an off-leash park) as he stayed in the field and out of my way. Instead a pair of down owners took up spots on the path near the fountain and chatted water cooler-style. The woman was on one side of the path, her dog on the other, the leash strung between them like a tripwire. She made some desultory effort to reel the dog in, something that clearly wasn’t going to happen in time given my velocity and for the second time in the same run I came to a complete stop to avoid landing on my face. I ignored the owners and grumbled under my breath as I proceeded on. They eventually moved farther along the path but I lapped them two more times before they actually moved off the path to continue their conversation about whatever it is annoying dog owners talk about (“You know, Fred, why do these annoying joggers have to jog here when there’s plenty of street right over there?”). I offer a small but what I like to think is a handy tip for dog owners bringing their dogs to a park with a designated jogging path: If you are walking on the path, do not block it in its entirety. And if you’re going to stop walking, move off the path into the other 95% of the park that is available to you instead of GETTING IN MY DAMN WAY. Okay, technically that’s two tips.
Chart (blue indicates the run was done clockwise):
Distance: 7.45 km
Weather: Mix of sun and cloud
Temp: 18ºC
Wind: breezy at times
Calories burned: 506
Average pace: 5:23/km
I had a better-than-expected start to the run, coming in at under 5 minutes for the first km in a long time (4:59/km, to be exact). This is never an official goal for me but it is a nice psychological boost when it happens, so yay! I also had a strong finish with the final 450m clocking at a relatively brisk 5:10/km. My pace in the middle did slow a little vs. the previous run and I chalk that mostly to the sun coming out. I swear that thing is like a vampire to my energy level. I don’t swear enough to wish it gone, however. Please don’t go, sun! You have been precious and rare this spring!
I think it’s also safe to say now that running clockwise (reverse) is not affecting me in any material way, except to hopefully reduce the chance of injury.
The ‘should I be annoyed by this?’ part: A couple were at the park with two dogs, one was a large adult that looked like some kind of Doberman mix, the other a tiny and adorable Malamute puppy. Neither were on leash (can you see where this is heading?) A young woman was jogging counter-clockwise on the trail and we had passed several times. As I jogged up the southern stretch of the trail from the east, she came along from the west, the couple and their dogs between us, in the field just on the edge of the trail. Suddenly the puppy runs after the jogger and manages to get right into her feet, causing her to fall down — not hard and not totally, as she managed to stay partly upright. She took a few moments to play with the puppy (it was adorable, after all), then went on her way, all smiles — as was the owner.
On the next lap the incident repeated itself, though the jogger was more aware this time and stopped before the dog could get underfoot. After this the jogger disappeared and the puppy was briefly put on a leash.
I found the behavior of the couple annoying. After their dog had knocked the person down the first time they should have a) moved away from the trail or b) put the dog on the leash immediately. The park isn’t off-leash, anyway. In either case, it strikes me as odd that a puppy knocking down a jogger is somehow amusing. I guess it’s like what Mel Brooks once said: Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.
Or something like that. I gave the puppy a seriously wide berth.
I am tentatively planning my first full 10K of the year on Monday. Here’s hoping it goes well.
Chart (blue indicates the run was done clockwise):
Earlier this week I accompanied Jeff to the emergency room of Royal Columbia Hospital. His ankle was hurting and swollen up like the proverbial balloon, so we went in to have it checked out. Previous appraisals had made a tentative diagnosis of tendinitis and the recommendation to not do anything that would impact the foot (running, etc.) I figured we’d be there for a good while but the emergency room was actually only sparsely populated. It turned out that didn’t matter, as we were there for three hours, anyway.
The first section — the emergency room proper — had a few people with fairly obvious ailments — a woman with her arm in a cast, a man on a gurney wearing a neck brace, while others were harder to pin down — a fussy baby, a young woman carting an IV drip alongside her. The man on the gurney complained of being bored but had four people other than his wife hunkered around him. The discussion was vague but ominous, with talk of blood and such, though none was apparent from where I sat. They eventually wheeled him off.
As we continued to wait, more people were taken past us, many of them heavyset, all of them looking either ill or bored or both. One gurney would be rolled through slowly, another more urgently. We were eventually moved to the ‘minor condition’ section to wait for an x-ray to be done. While there we heard a woman off in another room repeatedly cry out “Ow!” and “Oh!” It sounded like they were murdering her with pins. I started feeling a little squirmy at this point but she eventually fell silent as they either completed the testing/probing or she fainted/died.
She was later wheeled out into the same section as us, an elderly woman who said she had to keep her feet up and yelled at an intern “Don’t touch my finger!” as he tried to move her from a wheelchair that was sans footrest to one that had one. She apologized to him for the outburst then spent the rest of her time repeatedly asking to use someone’s cellphone, as hers had died. I don’t recall her actually making a call despite being handed a phone several times. She was eventually wheeled off and we heard from her no more. This provided some comfort as she was the only patient there actively screaming.
By this time Jeff was taken for x-rays and I went out to feed the maw of the meter in the emergency parking lot, also known as ‘How we keep the hospital solvent by charging the equivalent of a mortgage payment for 3 hours of parking’. There are handy green arrows on the floor to lead you from one section to another, so I would have no problem making my way back in. This was good as every corridor looked the same and equally depressing to me. As it turned out, the green arrows split at one point and I became utterly confused, finding myself in a room I did not recognize, one that was filled with beds and very sick-looking people and curtains that should have been closed but were not so you could see things you didn’t want to see. I turned around a few times and realized why so hospitals are such a great setting for thrillers and horror movies. I made my way back to Jeff in time to look at the x-ray and see the fractured bone in his ankle. The diagnosis was a plaster cast for the day, an appointment with a specialist the next day and probable replacement with a Fiberglas cast in a few days that would be worn for 5-6 weeks, with the fun bonus possibility of surgery if the healing didn’t proceed as desired. Jeff was understandably less than thrilled.
The diagnosis was later changed to an air cast that could be removed for sleeping/showering, with surgery unlikely, so things ended up looking better than they were originally.
About the only thing I liked at the hospital was the Tim Horton’s apple fritter I bought in the coffee shop. We shared it and it was yummy. Other than that, I can’t say I’m anxious to step in one again any time soon. Those places are enough to make you sick.