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Lyricycle: No Country for Old Runners
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Monday, March 30, 2015. No Country for Old Runners. 8220;I shouldn’t be in Canada at all. Winter is all wrong for me.”. I wonder why someone decided it would be a good idea to organize a road race that is held at the end of March, when our wintrified country is just starting to recover from a months-long deep freeze. This is what the founders of North America’s oldest race bequeathed to those of us who ran the 121. Iteration of the Around the Bay 30K race in Hamilton on Sunday. Although the Around the Ba...
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Lyricycle: January 2014
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Sunday, January 26, 2014. 8220;There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy”. I have been trying all week to get myself to exercise. I am recovering from a cold and haven’t worked out much lately, but the physical symptoms are mostly gone now—except for a speaking voice that would make Leonard Cohen sound like a choirboy. It is time, I thought, to get coax my lazy body back into the saddle. Muscle need work, said my Neanderthal body. Must move. Put bum on bike. I have often wondered ...
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Lyricycle: November 2013
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Sunday, November 3, 2013. 8220;In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.”. I have a little spreadsheet that counts days; days till, days from. Days since I quit drinking: 2,857. Days to my next birthday: 132. I also use to it to count down the days until an upcoming race: an Ironman, a Death Valley Century, or some other athletic event. This week, for the first time ever, it has nothing to count down to. I might never figure out what happened to me in the middle...
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Lyricycle: May 2014
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Sunday, May 11, 2014. How We Spend Our Days. How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. This week I begin my second year of retirement from the mainstream business world. Although we are much poorer and may finish our lives in the Pythonesque luxury of a cardboard box at the side of the road, I can’t help looking back on the past year with something like satisfaction. A new job has a learning curve. So does the loss of one. How to spend a day. 65279; This freedom of course comes...
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Lyricycle: January 2015
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Wednesday, January 14, 2015. All for a Cup of Water. 8220;Je suis nerveuse.”. From my video interview. Laura handing out water/eau at Tremblant. I love to write. Maybe I can write something for your event. 8221; to let the French athletes how I was holding water and not something else. They seemed to understand. I told the camera that I was at ease in front of large crowds, because of my background as a singer. Maybe I will get to sing O Canada at a lawn bowling session. All of a sudden a lady came on th...
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Lyricycle: October 2014
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Friday, October 24, 2014. 8220;I get older. They stay the same age.”. Wooderson, Dazed and Confused. Beautiful autumn run through the valley yesterday. I took the car to the dealership and ran home—not far, just about seven kilometres, but enough to get my legs warmed up. I don’t mind running or biking in the cold and wet. But I hate. Right after that first Rideau Lakes, I decided that as God was my witness, I would never be cold again. I went to Mountain Equipment and bought a carload of weather-res...
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Lyricycle: May 2015
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Sunday, May 31, 2015. Running with Real Bunnies. Sumer is icumen in, lhude sing cuccu. Summer has arrived, loudly sing cuckoo. English folksong ca. 1240. It’s the season of trail races, those oddball off-road events that are pleasantly devoid of the noisy hype that surrounds a major marathon. Instead of lining up out of sight of the start behind ten thousand nervous runners, the participants. In a trail race. A chance to get covered in mud. I’ll tell you what I love most about running trails. It’s ...
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Lyricycle: March 2014
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Monday, March 17, 2014. Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever. George R.R. Martin. Statistics aside, though, no one will dispute that for pure orneriness, the past three months have taken the prize. My friend Pam. From the U.S., normally an upbeat, no-nonsense type, has lost all patience, and is raving about nightmares with fictitious drunken uncles. If it’s too much for her, what hope is there for the rest of us? Videos, of which I own more than a dozen&...
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Lyricycle: November 2014
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Thursday, November 20, 2014. The Coming Ice Age. I want to know, even if I trip and break my femur on the way to the starting line, that I have succeeded.”. Written by me shortly after entering my first Ironman, September 2001. OK So, snow. The weather outside is frightful. It has been frightful every winter since at least the last Ice Age. Still, like the chronic speeder pulled over for the umpteenth time, we seem surprised each time that it has happened to us once again. Get inside you fool. It doesn&#...
