An Even Dozen …

… kilometres that is! so I haven’t run 12 kilometres since 2014. This morning’s run was an 85 minute effort. I had promised I would run for 60 minutes today but everything fell into place and I ran!

The front 6 on the west end is always an easier run than the hillier east side run. But it felt good to keep going even without a thought of stopping. It is just one more footstep, that’s all! The healing blister was not an issue or even a thought.

Sometimes good people come into your life. It may even seem like they snuck in while you weren’t being aware. So keep aware! Yes I will!

So life is good. Good people, and good running. Lots of good stuff.


The Blister Burst

Well, I don’t know what the blister did because I didn’t check it until late last night. But, gratefully, it has resolved itself without any interference from me.

I felt it yesterday until I was about 20 minutes into yesterdays hour long 8.2 km run. I’ll run the one hour runs for another four days then start to go to the one and a half hour. Maybe I’ll have to go to 01:15 or 01:20 initially but with a good plan I will achieve it without injury. To run the 15 kms I will allow for a two hour run. I should be able to run 16 kms or slightly more in less than two hours. My runs are based on 20 minute run cycles. I do a 10 minute warmup/walk, then the hour run, followed by a 10 or 15 minute cool/walk. My right hip did not have any aching on yesterdays run either. I will run around 07:00 am this morning and hopefully I will only run for one hour, but I can tell I already am imagining running 11 kms this morning. If I do go over the hour long run then I have to go at least one hour and twenty minutes so that I get the 10 km distance. Gratefully, my stamina is increasing, and running has become an enjoyable habit. Today will be the eleventh day in a row of running, and I intend to run everyday. I am a barebones runner, a minimalist. I don’t carry a smartphone to analyze my run while running. I carry my shirt and I wear my watch, shorts underwear, socks and shoes. In one pocket I have my car keys, in the other I have eye drops and chapstick. I hydrate before the run and I take a 500 ml bottle for the run. I also have cut beer out of my diet. It is no longer part of my nutrition plan, lol!

Last night my friend and I had roast chicken & fresh fruit with chocolate sauce! And wine! We also had some good laughs and chats.

Hell Yeah!

Today was my tenth day in a row of my running program. There is a huge blister on the fourth toe of my right foot. I am not going to lance it. It will remedy itself. It will naturally perforate or slowly heal intact. It is not an issue when I am running. It numbs itself after 10 or 15 minutes of running. My trusty amygdala does it’s job and releases dopamine into my chemistry. That is the start of my “running high”.

I am running for an hour each day. About 8.2 kilometres. I run everyday and I will continue to do so. I run west along the bay. It is an easy course, mostly flat. And my course takes me along the south shore of Big Bay and Muscat Bay. It is a lot more forgiving than my eastward run. The west route is very pretty. There is aways a breeze. I will run for an hour for another four days at least.

It is a quiet area. I see the occasional runner or couple, or some cyclists. I contend with very few cars.

Life On An Island

My adventure has returned to the idyllic place that I first enjoyed last summer/fall when my life landed on this island.  That changed everything. Change is good.

The boat is a constant work in progress. Today I will spend a good part of my time with my head stuck in the engine compartment. When I come up for air I will relax by reading the engine manual. I will also clean out the other cabin locker. Friday I am back in Perth to take William to the dump before I meet Sylvia at Hwy. #7 Storage for 1300. We will take the bed to her house I will have my Spanish lesson. Then head back to Big Island if I am rested. So I will need a nap after Spanish in order to drive safely.

I will have to reduce my Spanish schedule. Everyone is taking a hit here. That is just as well. The price is worth it. It check’s all the boxes. Of course it does help being retired. That does alleviate time issues.

I had a good interaction with Hans. Hans’ friends need to have the ability to be patient. A shaming, blaming type of dysfunctional personality would have a riot with my buddy. Anyway, Hans became impatient with something I was doing. He raised his voice. I did push back with a boundary. I told him that I would not listen to his emotional loudness. Still we got through the day as friends. Then on the second day I called him. Yesterday I gave him a new switch lamp. He was pleased. It made him happy. Hans has been a good opportunity for me to focus on my emotions, not his, or anybody else’s for that matter. The days that Hans doesn’t come to the marina, I get a lot done. That last statement is more a comment about my behaviour, not his. His heart is in the right place and he means well. He will be 69 this year. He worked until he was 66. I like that he and Toni will be in Nova Scotia this summer. Just a thought; I could drive to NS and camp at Keji or where ever.

It is slightly overcast but warm. Today it will be mid twenties with winds of 30 kph gusting to 40 kph.

I am going to change Lyra’s name to something Spanish.



My brain was stirring …. Or was it? A mist hovering above me.

A dream of an angel, she is soothing me. Telling me it is all right, that I am safe now. Her arms move forward to hug me. Those eyes are compelling. I want to know who she is. What she means. I feel so safe, so content. Tears of joy roll down my face. Her raspberry lips do not move but I hear the breathless voice. “Sleep dear child, sleep, you are free, you are good, you are blessed.”.

I believe her. I cannot move. Her hand brushes my face. The warmth from her body comforts me. I am happy, warm and frozen in time. She kisses the tears from my cheeks. I lie helpless and happy beyond measure. I do not know why she is here, I do not understand, I do not worry.

I want to know her name. I try to speak. The words will not come. My voice is trapped in my throat. Bliss, I will call her Bliss. Her lips tenderly alight on mine. Her breath is warm and sweet scented as she slowly whispers “Sleep dear child, sleep. I am Mother Earth. I am your Angel and you are mine.” .

She melts into the fog. She is like the air. She has melted away into the breeze.

I am falling. I am sinking. I am forgetting and I want so much to remember her.
She is gone. I am gone. I am asleep.

Was Yesterday … Friendship? Love? Both?

Was it friendship? Was it love? Was it both? Friendship is love.

Yesterday was a wild, wonderful day! Full, busy and fun!

Here is the best thing about yesterday, which, obviously I saved for last in my intro. It was a happy day! I went to a small hamlet nearby and enjoyed a two and a half hour brunch with one of my best friends, Marie. That is not her real name but she is oh so real and oh so good. We are friends, best friends. We have discovered that we think alike. Our abusive families of origen, (which are only mentioned when personal resilience is present), are very similar. Unfortunately in some family abuse, one child is targeted. In my family I was the whipping boy, the target. My parents mentored my siblings to share in the abuse so that my life was only as good worthless as they deemed fit. It is a worse life existence for little girls because somebody, somewhere, at some time will prey on their vulnerability and sexual abuse may occur. Far too often these poor angels end up tortured and/or dead.

So for tortured blessed angels like Marie and I, when we discover that we are abuse survivor doppelgängers of a sort, it presents the chance that a faith in each other, a friendship may be possible. Faith is a foundation of friendship. For her and I, not only is this friendship possible, it is a reality. We have been acquainted for the past 6 years through our mutual commitment to a long term recovery program. I have been in recovery since early 2003. It is only this year  that I felt I was able to become a good friend to this fellow survivor.

My experience  in ‘the rooms’ (since June ’05) has shown me that people enter as victims. But if they work hard at their recovery, they can cease being victims and start enjoying their lives as survivors.

Marie has worked hard at her recovery as I have. When she spoke in the group I realized how sharp her mind was, is. Now we are recent friends and very recently we are best friends. As with all relationships, whether it be friendship or more, there are boundaries. One obvious boundary is that our agendas have different goals. In spite of that, what a wonderful friendship it is.