Wow-ee, I ask and it happens! A few weeks ago, NPY went to one of the last BC Lions games at Empire Field and I dearly wished that he would get to go to the first game in the new BC Place because… it is in the new BC Place. The BC Lions organization have had great cases so far this season to entice people to buy tickets. Watch one of the last games at Empire Field! Check out the new BC Place! If I was in Vancouver at this time, I think I would be at the game, too, although I care not at all about football. It’s just the place to be in Vancouver on September 30, 2011.
Does that mean the Sun Run post-race is back at BC Place next year? I’m getting a little tired of the outdoors Concord Place “venue” which is really dreary if it is a rainy day.
My sister asks me if there was a point in 9 years (since sometime in 2002) of running that I felt I loved the activity.
No. Not really. I loved the company and some of the places the activity took me or the group. I loved traveling somewhere for a race and having the unique perspective from racing around the city. I love shopping for clothing and the feeling after a run, especially checking off another run completed, logging the new miles to add to the accumulated. But it was truly rare–and we’re talking about training for 4 marathons and over 10 half-marathons–that I would feel an endorphin rush. I don’t think I ever could say I loved the action of running. Give me a conveniently located indoor gym and interesting podcasts or movies queued up and I’m happy. I’m kind of wistful for medals I do not have like, like dog tags from the Canada Army Run, huge bling from a Las Vegas race, and Disney World/Land medals.
When I moan and complain about my weight–nothing to do with not running, completely to do with bad eating habits and a flagging metabolism–she jokes if my body isn’t rebelling because I just couldn’t come to love running.
Anyways, no matter the activity, I’m still logging it. I got inspired to “colour in” squares on a condensed year’s calendar from a combination of 42 Goals and Jerry Seinfeld’s “don’t break the chain” productivity secret. Last December, I joined a gym and went 10 times in 2010. My visits in 2011 (in purple) were sporadic and I started to pick up momentum when it appeared to me that my cost-per-visit could drop from $30/visit at the beginning of the year to $6.84 after 61 total visits, and it wasn’t that hard to accomplish really.
* NPY’s Picture of the Day. While I’m in Toronto and he is in Vancouver, 3400km away, we will try to share with each other (and consequently this blog) pictures that capture our day.