There was a very nice response to this weeks rant on drivers and pedestrians. It's one of the more popular things I've written recently. Thanks again for all the readers and commenters!
I'm still getting over my cold, and I realize you don't want to hear about that. So fine, I can't blame you. I was in the pool water running on Friday, the first exercise in about a week and a half, except for, well, you don't want to know about that. Or that either, unless you're a pervert.
The water run went well, about 40 minutes worth, leaving my legs feeling the best since before the massage on Wednesday that nearly killed me. I went in thinking my legs felt not bad. One benefit of being sick is that your legs get a chance to recover. All I had was some tightness in my thighs just above my knees. My hams felt good. Well, once A started digging in, I started whimpering like a little girl. My quads and IT band were all one locked up hot mess of tightness. She spent most of the massage working on just that. Poor woman has delusions of being able to work on my back sometimes. As if.
After the massage I was picked up by my hot date, and we went off to a reception at the Sports Hall of Fame, put on by the Scotiabank marathon people. This was in celebration of 50 years of doing the race, and honoring the people doing the 50K run. My buddy Michelle is doing this, and was kind enough to invite me.
I also ran into the famous Neil Zellor! It was nice to get caught up with him, even if he did want to take my picture. It was really interesting to stroll around the displays. So much stuff. Beer, nibbles, nice people to chat to, what could be better?
Thursday after work we went to the Home and Garden show. Or whatever this one is. There are a couple like it. If I'd had my wits about me I'd have started the run programs, just to see how far I walked. My legs were still tired. I was on a death march to seek out and capture some very specific vendors. I wasn't interested in anything else. I was afraid if I stopped moving I'd never get going again. Normally I like watching some of the leather-lunged vendors, but I wasn't in the mood.
It's back down to minus WTF cold again. No, serious. Call it a polar vortex if you must, but really, it's just a good old-fashioned Canadian winter. Why, I remember a time when it was this cold for months on end. Back when I walked to school uphill both ways.
Even so, I'm supposed to run 16 K this weekend. As you know, I've done my share of humble bragging about running in the cold, but between the icy sidewalks, the cold, and still getting over my illness, I think it would be stupid to run outside this weekend. Maybe if I was healthy, and the sidewalks weren't icy...
Watch tomorrow for a spin session. I figure it would take 2 hours to run 16K, so a 2 hour spin is on tap. I'll make sure the iPad is all charged up. Maybe there will be a tweetfest.
Lunch today was a mix and match chili. Not the nuclear spicy chili that Linda has done in the past. This has elk and bison with a package of dried chipolte peppers, along with the usual suspects of beans, celery, and a few other odds and ends, simmering several hours. It's a wonderful smoky sweet chili, perfect for a cold day.
I think this afternoon is going to be a contemplative day washing wine bottles, in prep for bottling next weekend. Some of the bottles need some bleach. My legs need a bit of stretching while waiting for things to happen.