Run 515
Average pace: 5:41/km
Location: Brunette River trail and Burnaby Lake (CW)
Start: 6:18 pm
Distance: 8.02 km
Time: 45:36
Weather: Smoke haze, sun
Temp: 29ºC
Humidity: 46%
Wind: light to moderate
BPM: 154
Weight: 159.8 pounds
Total distance to date: 3998 km
Devices: Apple Watch, iPhone
The change in the weather not only brought much warmer temperatures, it also brought–thanks to a switch in the winds–a high haze of smoke carried in from the forest fires burning in the interior. The entire day was cast under a hazy sun, with the light an eerie orange.
This made running feel a bit like being on an alien world. Also the fact that the air had the quality of soupy smoke and it was hot as heck. The sweating returned in abundance, though the humidity meant I kind of self-hydrated through the run, unlike Saturday’s cooler but drier run that left my mouth parched.
I was a bit concerned starting out due to this combination of unpleasant conditions and planned a conservative run. Indeed, save for the first and last km, which were faster, my pace was remarkably steady. Weirdly, though, it didn’t feel nearly as bad as I’d expected.
It was hot, but the haze kept the sun from beating directly down. There was an intermittent breeze. The heavy humidity kept me from drying out. And while the air was filled with “fine particulate matter” (fancypants talk for bits of stuff from the smoke), I couldn’t specifically detect it. I didn’t come out smelling like a campfire, anyway.
I was surprised by the number of other jogging fools out with me. We are all masochists.
In the end I actually beat Saturday’s pace by three seconds (albeit over a shorter distance) and felt a lot better doing it.
Two other things I’ll mention. Somewhere between the 5 and 6K mark I heard the scissoring of legs behind me and to my left. A moment later a runner zipped by me. He was really trucking, which seemed silly to me, given the conditions. I thought of goosing my pace a bit to keep him in sight and see how long he could maintain his torrid pace but he was out of sight in nearly an instant, a phantom on the trail.
A short distance before the increasingly rickety Deer Creek Brook bridge and I saw him coming back, having short-turned before the bridge. As he went by I noticed that his mouth formed a perfect O. His face had the same look one might observe of a fish that’s been out of water just a tad longer than it would like. Given this heart-attack-imminent look, I didn’t feel so bad about being left in his dust.
Speaking of heart attacks, I had my music set to shuffle play and They Might Be Giants’ song(let) “I’m Having a Heart Attack” came on. I felt a bit uneasy at this possibly providing unintentional narrative to my run so skipped to the next track, which was The Cure’s “Hot Hot Hot.” It’s like the music knew.
Overall, this turned out to be a surprisingly decent run. Here’s hoping the trend continues, as the next two runs are likely to be under similar conditions.
