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Spud Run Rambles

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The Canada Day Spud Run is ten kilometres long but in my mind I covered several hundred. Our course marshal led us across the highway to the start and already my thoughts began roaming… Continue reading

Opening Doors

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Eventually, ultimately, sooner or later, I can be quite specific. Usually, customarily, more often than not, this seldom occurs when I am speaking. I’m not fast on the draw, on the uptake or on my feet… Continue reading

Choose Your Trophies

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Location, location, location: In running, as in real estate, it’s all about location — well, that and a few other details but as I started my most recent trail race, I thought, “If… Continue reading

Blue Nosed Twitchers

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What if your nose was blue?  Whenever I look at a ruddy duck, so named for its body colour, of all things, and not its bright blue nose, this is the phrase that… Continue reading

Moose Shaped Space

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I’ve considered before how things tend to assume the shape I anticipate: expect a bear and one will appear, if only for a fleeting second as I gaze at a fire blackened stump;… Continue reading

Changes

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I’ve been meeting quite a few new folk around town lately, since joining a couple of clubs that have me socializing somewhat more than usual.  My running group affords me up to an… Continue reading

Worms etc.

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In a contemplative mood after my workout this morning, I ambled along the sidewalk enjoying the rain on my face and the hint of cottonwood sap in the air and then I looked… Continue reading

Short Observations-Exams 2013

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Back in the day, when I was still teaching, there were exam sessions held in the gymnasium.  Before the session, some unlucky class would schlepp about one hundred and fifty desks to the… Continue reading

Words of Encouragement

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Way to go/looking good/running strong/you got this/you rock/keep up the good work: so many phrases meant to boost the spirits of runners have often had a disheartening effect on me. It has become… Continue reading

The Deer

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Though I often cursed the deer who chomped the heads off my tulips just the day before they blossomed, I miss living with them. In the first year we lived in our old… Continue reading

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