Run distance: 4km, time: 29 minutes. End time: 9:18pm. Run soundspan: Neko Case to Grandmaster Flash.
Tonight's run felt better than any so far this season, even though it was short. I was faster, and easier. This is surprising because I spent the whole day on set, which means a lot of sitting and waiting, but maybe also results in a lot of pent up energy. It was a good day though, and I'm really excited about being a teeny part of this project (stay tuned for Michael: Tuesdays and Thursdays this September, airing Wednesdays -strangely- on CBC television). Being on set also means meeting a ton of fantastic like-minded (well, mostly) people. I met a wonderful woman today who's had a really hard year due to an illness that is horrifyingly under-diagnosed and about which awareness, even in the medical community, is frighteningly low. This is even more tragic because of how easily the debilitating effects of Lyme disease can be avoided with rapid treatment. The short version is that you get Lyme disease from a deer tick, it can be sexually transmitted, and most physicians seemingly refuse to diagnose it. At this point in time, if you get blood work done in Canada, it will come back negative when it may be positive. In short therefore, if you suspect you may have been infected with Lyme disease either by a tic bite or by your partner, have bloodwork sent to the United States. For more information, or if you think you or someone you love may have Lyme disease, see the Canadian Lyme Disease Foundation page. Either way, see this film if you can.
Okay, enough of that for now.
Around the corner from the apartment, a black and grey feather (presumably seagull, based on size), floats atop a flower bush.
Around that corner, two tiny little boys playing tennis on the road. Road-tennis. One of them wears a bike helmet. When I run past them, they limit themselves to little lobs back and forth and come closer together, clearly trying to control their ball, so as not to hit me. Bicycle-helmet grins at me. I say hello, but don't interrupt them. This feels really good, because I don't interact with little kids much, and so I tend to be either really nervous, or sort of irritated by them. These two were sweet though.
Two km later, I'm coming down Crichton, on my way home, listening to Grandmaster Flash explain the Jungle. It's a really good remix, clashing beautifully with the heritage homes on this street. On my right, one of these heritage homes is outfitted with its very own installation-art twig-canoe (at least that's, seeming floating in the air. It looks like this because it is floodlit from below. Up close it looks more like a missile, or a submarine. Short pieces of red yarn are tied to its joints. In this sinking light, it looks like it could ignite at any moment.
Lastly, I encounter three cats on the last leg of my run. Maybe it's only because Cookie is so small, and already so familar, but these cats are enormous. Enormous and incredibly friendly. I am approached by three cats on my way, each one sitting in front of its house very proprietarily. To be fair, one was hunting a robin, but it got up out of its crouch to come rub my leg. They seemed male, though this is only because of their noses, which were just kind of, well, man-cat-ly. I like to think they were trying to befriend the smell of Cookie that is probably all over me, or that being a loving cat 'parent' has earned me some cat posse points. Maybe I smell like happy kitten. In any case, it's lovely to be welcomed and nosed by what seem like giant cat gods before I finally make my way home.
Promised Will and Kate update: according to another woman I met today, whose father is high up in the security team for the Royals, the best place to see them this Canada day is the war memorial, where they'll transition from carriage to car, or vice versa, I don't quite remember. Anyways, she said Parliament Hill would be pretty difficult, but that's a good location to actually get a glimpse of some beautiful people.
Tonight's run felt better than any so far this season, even though it was short. I was faster, and easier. This is surprising because I spent the whole day on set, which means a lot of sitting and waiting, but maybe also results in a lot of pent up energy. It was a good day though, and I'm really excited about being a teeny part of this project (stay tuned for Michael: Tuesdays and Thursdays this September, airing Wednesdays -strangely- on CBC television). Being on set also means meeting a ton of fantastic like-minded (well, mostly) people. I met a wonderful woman today who's had a really hard year due to an illness that is horrifyingly under-diagnosed and about which awareness, even in the medical community, is frighteningly low. This is even more tragic because of how easily the debilitating effects of Lyme disease can be avoided with rapid treatment. The short version is that you get Lyme disease from a deer tick, it can be sexually transmitted, and most physicians seemingly refuse to diagnose it. At this point in time, if you get blood work done in Canada, it will come back negative when it may be positive. In short therefore, if you suspect you may have been infected with Lyme disease either by a tic bite or by your partner, have bloodwork sent to the United States. For more information, or if you think you or someone you love may have Lyme disease, see the Canadian Lyme Disease Foundation page. Either way, see this film if you can.Okay, enough of that for now.
Around the corner from the apartment, a black and grey feather (presumably seagull, based on size), floats atop a flower bush.
Around that corner, two tiny little boys playing tennis on the road. Road-tennis. One of them wears a bike helmet. When I run past them, they limit themselves to little lobs back and forth and come closer together, clearly trying to control their ball, so as not to hit me. Bicycle-helmet grins at me. I say hello, but don't interrupt them. This feels really good, because I don't interact with little kids much, and so I tend to be either really nervous, or sort of irritated by them. These two were sweet though.Two km later, I'm coming down Crichton, on my way home, listening to Grandmaster Flash explain the Jungle. It's a really good remix, clashing beautifully with the heritage homes on this street. On my right, one of these heritage homes is outfitted with its very own installation-art twig-canoe (at least that's, seeming floating in the air. It looks like this because it is floodlit from below. Up close it looks more like a missile, or a submarine. Short pieces of red yarn are tied to its joints. In this sinking light, it looks like it could ignite at any moment.
Lastly, I encounter three cats on the last leg of my run. Maybe it's only because Cookie is so small, and already so familar, but these cats are enormous. Enormous and incredibly friendly. I am approached by three cats on my way, each one sitting in front of its house very proprietarily. To be fair, one was hunting a robin, but it got up out of its crouch to come rub my leg. They seemed male, though this is only because of their noses, which were just kind of, well, man-cat-ly. I like to think they were trying to befriend the smell of Cookie that is probably all over me, or that being a loving cat 'parent' has earned me some cat posse points. Maybe I smell like happy kitten. In any case, it's lovely to be welcomed and nosed by what seem like giant cat gods before I finally make my way home.
Promised Will and Kate update: according to another woman I met today, whose father is high up in the security team for the Royals, the best place to see them this Canada day is the war memorial, where they'll transition from carriage to car, or vice versa, I don't quite remember. Anyways, she said Parliament Hill would be pretty difficult, but that's a good location to actually get a glimpse of some beautiful people.
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