Sunday, December 2, 2012

Just for the Run of It. . . .

 I fell right off my running and fitness schedule this week, what with Nola's birthday party followed by Harriet's birth. These granddaughters!
So Friday morning, over in Vancouver, I made sure to get out for a run around the seawall -- felt great, except for the drenching I was attacked by in the last kilometre.

So drenched was I, in fact, that when I stepped into my running shoes on Saturday morning, there was still a slight squelch factor.
 Not enough to deter, though.
 In fact, I ran exactly the same route as the day before. No worries about being bored. 13.5 kilometres of glorious vistas. I know I've share my running route before here, but there's always something new on this route . . Here's a closer view of the hand-painted leaves I spotted on the tree at Hallelujah Point, one of my favourite parts of this run (and I explain its fabulous name in this post)
I even darted up above it with my cameraphone so you can see the Conference Centre's sails in the background.

From the top, the photos show you a couple of high tide scenes, one punctuated by the cleverly balanced rocks, inukshuk-style, that have become such a typical aspect of West Coast beach scenes. This one was above water when I ran by it on Friday morning; Saturday, it's almost submerged.

The photo of the child's toy was taken by a water fountain I stopped at along the way. Again, it was there both Friday morning, and then again on Saturday, so I suppose there's not much chance anyone will drive back to retrieve it. The flower was there both days as well -- don't you want to invent a story about the little one who put both down for a moment?

And finally, below, this bench, at my last water station break before leaving the park, tempted me to sit for a moment. I resisted, but
did slow down my pace to reflect on the gratitude of an aging visitor.
And to wonder if this "young man" is still visiting Vancouver, at 99 . . . What a charming way to commemorate his time here!

Hope you enjoyed running along with me. . . today we've got separate dates with both granddaughters and their parents, and then I'll be heading back home, my first stack of papers halfway marked, a week of marking and meetings and marking and meetings ahead. Last night we dressed up to see The Pirates of Penzance and I got Pater to snap a photo or two, so perhaps I'll post those tomorrow. Meanwhile, enjoy what's left of your weekend!


15 comments:

  1. Wow, the color of those leaves- that can't be real. I've never seen anything like that before.

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    1. It was obviously some kind of guerrilla art project, Marla. Startling against the grey!

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  2. I must say that you are quite a Mater!
    Great pictures while on the run. Will you ever sit down and pause; )!

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    1. Oh believe me, I know how to sit! Just get me in my big armchair by the fire with a book. . .

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  3. That bench is intriguing - it would be wonderful to find out if the 'young man' is still enjoying it once a year!

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    1. I know! I'd love to know more about that story.

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  4. It's a lovely scenic place to run...
    are you wanting to see Harriet every single day?
    I know I struggled with this when Isla was born.

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    1. Oh, so much -- once you get a reminder of the particular nestle of a newborn on your chest, it's hard to let her go!

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  5. I think that the hand-painted leaves, toy, flower and bench are the bones of a fine bedtime story for one or both of your little ones. Elle

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    1. You're so right, Elle, thank you! We'll have to weave a Lucy story out of this one (my husband used to make these up for our kids).

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  6. You sound full of happy energy in this post. I've never jogged around the seawall, but I've biked it and walked it. Such a beautiful place.

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    1. I do get a happy energy from this run, Lorrie, you're right! I have so many memories here, back to the late 50s, if you can believe it, when my Mom and Dad used to bring us to the park for picnics and a visit to the zoo.

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  7. Gah! Wet shoes. I would rather walk on my hands (as if!) than stick my feet in wet shoes.

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  9. I think you've shown us that tree before. It's no wonder you love it.

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