Did you run today?

Me: I ran twice today!
Husband: Three times if you count running through my dreams!

The universal sign of surrender

 Just another Skype conversation that happened today...

• Me: I got a leopard-print neck wrap for my neck and shoulder. Hopefully it helps my neck/shoulder pain if not it matches my snuggy
• Him: Animal print?
• Him: Why?
• Me: Because it was that or zebra...
• Him: Buy another item
• Me: That's all there was
• Him: Animal prints make women look like cougars. 
• Him: They have a subtext of predatory animals. A woman on the prowl
• Him: You aren't prowling.  you've found your victim! (me)
• Him: I surrender!
• Him: See, I’ll lie with my belly exposed, the universal sign of surrender and married men

Running and bears

Every year my husband and I spend some time on the Sunshine Coast at his family cabin. This summer there have been several reports of bears on the property and in the general area.

We’ve been advised to take more care with ourselves, garbage disposal, etc...

So I shot off an email asking my husband advice on what I should be doing for my long and lonely runs.

Here’s his reply:
“we should avoid having anything on our property that will attract them.”

So I guess I should take this poster down?

Do you have any advice on running and bear safety?

The beginning of a beautiful friendship

I love Emir Kusturica



Also... I post this because I know a lot of runners who are very comfortable talking shit. Literally. Poop. Ahahahaha!

It's true! Even way back in the day when I lived in Japan. I had a runner roommate from Minnesota who loved to tell me his poop stories!! Tom, if you ever come across this post, I remember you for your long legs, running and poop.

Happy New Year!

Hello 2011!

My friend Angie and I at the Polar Bear Swim.

 Air temperature 0°C, Ocean temperature 6°C.

Just another manic Monday... ?

Had a bit of strange encounter today. Got my adrenaline rushing. My blood boiled a bit.

I was standing in front of a shop at the corner of Georgia and Granville Streets waiting for AF when a guy started to harass me. I told him to fuck off to show that I wasn't scared of him but I think that gave him fuel for his hate of me and my slanty eyes.

I stood my ground and didn't move as he put his face really close to mine and threatened death at me by gesturing slitting the throat and told me to go back to Hong Kong and China.

He went on to thank me and my people for building the railway and gestured slitting the throat again and hammering nails. He walked around a bit and continued to gesture the hammering nails and slitting throat.

I stood there silent and just faced him. I didn't want to show fear or weakness.

He asked if I knew how I and my people treated dogs - by frying them in peanut oil.

He walked back up close to me again.

He gestured again slitting of the throat and strangling and said something about fishing lines and something about thin eyes.

I couldn't hear him anymore because my anger and adrenaline was taking over and all I could hear was my heart pounding.

At that moment I really wished that I was physically strong. I wanted to pick him up and slam him on the ground. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him sorry. I wanted him to know and feel the hurt. But he didn't even deserve that. He didn't deserve any of my energy. He wasn't worth it. He's not worth it. It's not worth perpetuating such a negative energy.

His life already sucks. He chooses to carry the burden of hate and anger.

Listen to the lyrics of Matisyahu in the above video.