Count To One!

Yesterday’s Run was 93 minutes long and also 11 kilometres. I ran from the marina to Cty. Rd. 15 and back. I stopped rarely, only to urinate and hydrate.

Unfortunately, during this wonderful run I developed a new blister within the blister that just got trimmed and medicated. I realize that increasing the running time  and/or the distance covered has been the cause.

So today I am not running. It would have been my 13th day in a row running and I have to force myself not to run today. I have been reading about runner’s blisters. They are a fact of life for most runner’s at some point. Usually when they start some serious running and get ambitious to accomplish as much as they can.

I am capable of running for 90 minutes or more. Blisters are a new issue for me.  A symptom of my improving prowess as a runner.

I will not be cheated again. I will go to the pharmacy and acquire some gauze and tape or pads. I will do my 90 minutes again. I am pleased that yesterday I ran the hillier east end.


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.