My leg is okay to run on, according to the sports doctor I saw this morning! The left leg is still bigger than the right, but it is not due to anything dangerous and my ankle and foot are okay…no longer sprained. There is some possible nerve damage in my left foot, but it wouldn’t cause swelling. I will have further tests done in October. However, there is a bit of bad news that I have neglected to talk about here, and mostly it’s because I feel people don’t really care to hear about health issues all the time. But I have had an often-occurring abnormal heart rate in the past month, starting before vacation. When we went hiking at[…]

Anger is making the news every day. It comes in different forms: shootings and other violence, social media vitriol, and more. After yesterday’s shooting at the GOP baseball game, the Washington Post remarks today that the shooter, James T. Hodgkinson, was “always angry”. I think anger is a weird thing. It’s natural for every single person in the world, sometimes. It’s part of our make-up. But it’s not healthy to be angry all the time, to be resentful and jealous, to be so angry that one is constantly picking fights or using violence or defaming others on social media or just letting it build inside until someone is hurt, physically or emotionally. I’ve seen my share of angry people. And[…]

That’s sometimes what I think I should call this blog. For every good week where I can run up to 10 or even 20 miles have been down weeks where I’m stuck on a treadmill, bike, or something else–where when I retrain it feels like I’m hobbling along rather than running. From the get-go, when I began to retrain in running in late 2014, I overdid it time and time again and have suffered plantar fasciitis, IT band injuries, a broken toe, and, more recently, what I thought was just a mildly sprained ankle (which I kept running/hiking on). These things all have happened in the left leg or foot. My left leg sucks. I just struck it up to[…]

Our camping two weekends ago near Saltery Bay was full of sun and rain, waves and wind, endless coasting birds, hiking into wilderness, rushing waterfalls, isolation, running, and admiring the country north of Gibsons, mostly First Nations territories peppered with local foods and artisan goods. After two ferry rides, we arrived at a campsite just north of Saltery Bay Provincial Park on a Friday. We had previously planned to tent-camp but ended up in a cabin, which was good because the tenting area was sort of cramped around a view of an old barn and some kind of equipment. Our cabin, however, had a front door to the sea and a wide window to view it all, so if we[…]

Sometimes I miss the desert. I recall raw days full of clarity, where clouds shadowed hills with bold shapes moving ever so slowly over the hot landscape below. I remember endless, big stars hanging in a black night and how the hot Santa Ana winds made everything feel so alive and moving. I remember stepping my feet into the ocean after burning up in the desert. I recently watched a show called “Badlands, Texas,” about a crime and the eccentric community in Terlingua, and it was a well-done show, but the part I liked the most was the cinematography, as it elapsed in time and space over the eloquent patterns and textures and heat of the desert. I also enjoyed[…]

I’ve had five days off, thanks to a long Easter holiday weekend and an extra day off that I took. I have spent the time with my husband, friends, and family, including a long talk with one of my sweet cousins on Thursday night. Today I had a little time to myself and got my hair done. I went in my running clothes so that afterward I could go run somewhere. I decided on Como Lake, mostly because it was on the way home and has a bathroom. Spring is trying to be here consistently, but we’ve had lots of rain. Today, however, and much of this weekend, was mostly dry. Mid-run I could feel a few raindrops, but they[…]

I am currently reading three books at the same time. I’ve already talked about two of them (American War and A Song of Ice and Fire). Now I’m also reading Ali Smith’s Autumn, the first of a quartet of novels in her Seasonal series. I spotlighted her yesterday on my Climate Change Authors feature at the main site. I go back and forth among these books, depending on mood. Autumn is really interesting. It parallels my own life in a way, as I would sit beside my dying father for days on end, months on end–something similar happens in her novel. Her novel skips through time, looks at Brexit and climate change and our own extinction while also visualizing the[…]

Oh how the days drag on. We were beginning to experience a hint of spring, and one day last week I hiked home without a jacket, marveling at the rushing waters of Hoy-Scott Creek, and the tall pines and cedars along its bank, and felt that urge to run (in fact, on non-icy days I like to run home from the train). Still recovering from a brutal cold, I have realized that when I do start running regularly (I have only been able to run irregularly this winter), I still need to finish the 5K training program before getting back to where I was before. And then over the weekend it began snowing again. On Sunday night I was up[…]

When my sister got married a few years ago, she announced that her colors were cobalt blue and black. Being the maid of honor, I researched that color! Blue has so many shades, but cobalt is really a lovely, deep, rich blue. I thought of that particular color this morning as I awoke before dawn to walk up to the skytrain. By the time I reached the very cold outdoors, I could see but a faint lightening in the sky, yet it was still a canvas of stars against various blues, with cobalt being the major color until the eastern sky began to reach through. By the time I got on the train, the deeper cobalt had faded and in[…]

In two days, we’ll head down to Maryland, where we’ll be staying for three full days. We will march in the Woman’s March on Washington on January 21. The rest of the time, as much as we’d like to visit other places in the city, the inauguration will likely make DC a crowded place, so we have plans to instead visit Chesapeake Bay and maybe find a cozy seafood restaurant. Do some running and/or hiking on the beach or wherever else we find that’s cool. The march itself will likely be historical. There are some differences between this and past marches. For one, there are so many different issues we face with Donald Trump as president that this march’s statements[…]