So the last couple of weeks went like this:
Monday: 1500m swim + 13mile bike
Tuesday: 2 x 750m swim
Wednesday: 5km run + 10 mile bike
Friday ( travel to vancouver): 5km run + 10 mile bike
Saturday: 5km run ( sea wall) + 1500m swim
Sunday: 6km run ( sea wall)
Monday: 7.5km run ( sea wall) + 1000m swim
Tuesday: 1500m swim
Thursday: 6km run ( sea wall)
Friday: 8km run (sea wall) + 13 mile bike + very long walk around Grainville Island
Saturday(travel home): nadda
So yeah, got a little spotty the second week, but the running outside on the sea wall was absolutely awesome. There was so many things to look at, plus the view of the water, mountains and skyline were all pretty amazing.
Couple of funny things that happened to me while out amongst the people of the sea wall. I did get chased by one over zealous Canadian goose, I was running by and had that strange feeling like i was being followed I looked over one shoulder, nothing. Kept running, but the feeling didnt go away, so I looked over the other shoulder, nothing. But something around my foot happened to get my attention. It was a Canadian Goose shooting off, and chasing after my ankle. I usually only have one gear, but kicked it up a quarter notch and jumped onto a nearby bench. The goose - Im calling Larry, circled the bench once like an extra from Michael Jacksons 'Beat It' video, gave me a final honk and waddled off with all the swagger of Jose Bautista after a winning solo shot into fourth deck.
I also had a very interesting thing happen with a homeless fella.
Now as I have been completely honest about in past blogs, I am a crazy slow runner, i dont even know if you can call it running. Trotting is my preferred designation. Well as I was trotting along the sea wall one morning in my usual state of ' why baby jesus why do i keep doing this to myself '
One of the homeless guys camping on one of the beaches, flags me down. Now I am like okay what is going to go on here? Do I stop, do I not, maybe he needs help, maybe he thinks Im a big killer easter bunny, who the crap knows. So I decide to do a half stop and take my earbuds out. I ask ' are you okay?' he gives me a strange look, and says ' I was stopping you to ask you the same thing, when you ran by I wasnt sure if you were breathing to hard or not so I cleared a spot for you if you needed a rest'.
So in one shot I felt amazed and depressed. Amazed that someone who didnt know me, and quite clearly had some bad beats, would still be concerned enough to try and help, and depressed that my running is so energy sucking that I basically look like Im trying to breath all the oxygen at once.
I thanked him and explained, no this is just how I trot around, shook his hand for offering to help and moved on with my air sucking trot.
My next run, I stuck a little cash and some pieces of fruit from the market across from our hotel in my pocket, but he had moved on, and i didnt see him on any of my other runs that week.
Its nice to be reminded from time to time that there is a genuine kindness out there.
As much as the out door runs were amazing, the pool situation was not so much.
The hotel pool wasnt awful, but it wasnt to many steps above. I dont think I have ever swam in as murky a hotel pool in my life. It was like swimming through foggy water. I kept expecting a Sherlock Holmes type villain to appear from the murky water with some mysterious dagger that would free the soul of the devil. Okay that might be a little far fetched.
What was not far fetched was the first swim, I ran into 5 douche bags just home from some EDM rave where they clearly did not 'just say no to drugs' because there was so much chin wiggling and jaw clenching you would have sworn they were either part snake or witnessed some NoteBook-esque movie and were holding back tears.
Anywho, as they all de-pants and jumped in the hot tub, I decided to get out of there, as they were really fucked up. As I approached the table where I placed my towel, shirt and hotel key. There was a mismash of their cloths, towels and keys.
So I grab what I think is my towel, and get my shirt on, one of the jaw rockers comes up and asks me what I am doing.
I explain that I am not sure which card is mine, I pick up a pair of skinny jeans so I can see if my card underneath.
Even sketcher wiggle jaw comes ever and explains in his douche way that the card isnt in those $75 pants so I should put them down.
This guy and his pants are literally 1/4 my size. So I start to laugh, which does not go ever well with the band of merry idiots. 2 more get out of the tub.
In my firmest Dad/Bar Manager voice i say " OKAY boyz. I dont know what you think is about to happen here, but I have no interest in his pants or anything else, I just want my fucking hotel card, which was right here with my shit, until you guys through all your stuff around. Im taking this card here, and Im leaving."
I guess on second thought, a 300 pound, tattoo'd, mega mutton chopped dude in an Iron Maiden tshirt didnt seem like the type of action they wanted as two of them slinked back to the tub.
I grabbed a card and left. Stopping at the hotel desk, got my card check and suprise suprise, it was not mine.
They recoded it for me, and I was back to the elevator.
The door pops open and there is $75 pants and Jaws, I explain to them they most likely have the wrong card also and to get it coded. They mumble a thanks and ask for me to hold the elevator for them while they go get it coded.
Sure thing I say, and hit the close door button immediately after they get out.
Suck it Druggies!!!
So yeah, couple of adventures in my attempts to keep to my work outs while away. Heading to toronto in a couple of weeks, so more adventure awaits!!!
Sean " BigBoyRunning" Ryan