Two weeks ago was the Vancouver half marathon. I was pretty pumped to get to go to Vancouver, and I was not disappointed. Have you ever been to Vancouver(ahh! that didn`t last long) Holy moly guacamole that city is friggen rad! I have a raging hard on for Vancouver right now.Well, except for the Burrard st. Bridge, eff that bridge. The race was decent, I wanted to win but I didn`t, so that was annoying. But I gave it a solid go and my effort was pretty honest, so overall I`m satisfied. Probably the best part of the race though was the food at the finish line. They had the standard fair; apples, bananas, bagels and such. but they also had cookies. We`re not talking normal cookies either. I`m talking about giant, soft, delicious cookies. All sorts of different flavours and choices. These cookies were so friggen good man, and there was thousands of them! a whole tent dedicated to cookies! Within 10min of finishing I had eaten 1000calorie worth of delicious cookie awesomeness. I then proceeded to bonk terribly and get a horrible stomach ache on the cool down. Luckily Dylan knew a short cut and got us back to the finish area before I died in Stanley park. I regret nothing though, those cookies were rad. Big thanks to Clif and Alan from the Canadian Running Series, those guys are top notch and once again put on a fantastic show. Also congrats to Dylan W. dude has only lived in Vancouver for like 6months and he is already the “hometown hero“ good job Dylan.
However, the coolest part of the weekend was seeing my good buddy Fil and getting to hang out with brother Mike. Brother Mike is great and I was very happy that I got to see him. We drank a bunch of beer and rocked out to a fantastic Chuck Ragan concert, it was a tonne of fun. Although after all them brews the flight home the next day was rough. It took immense amounts of focus and determination as to not throw up all over that plane. The flight home was very reminiscent of my flight home from Berlin after worlds in 09`. Man I got so drunk at the world`s banquet. Those Germans throw a hell of a party. Lots of free beer and European techno music. It was a magical evening, check it out…in picture form;
|effing awesome German after party!|
|suffer all the way across the Atlantic. Notice I failed to change clothes.|
So after Vancouver I came back to Guelph and made a shit load of crepes. For those of you who are unaware, I make a killer crepe. I blogged about my love of crepes way back in blog 3. This lady ordered 200large crepes. I ended up making many more than that, I was constantly eating crepes all last week. Banana, nutella and peanut butter on a crepe is amazing…I`m such a fat bastard.
Oh man guys I’m sick. Blahh, feel so crappy. Wait! This is actually quite ideal though. Being sick sucks balls, but I’m on a big down week from training, so I won’t be missing any important training. The timing is perfect. This is awesome, get the sickness outta the way while training is light, nice. Good job body, if you’re gonna crap out on me might as well do it now.
I think I know why I’m sick. The night before my race I slept all of 45min, then I went out and ran a pretty hard race. After the race I went immediately into down time mode. Folks, at this race in Vancouver they had the best post race food ever, it was amazing. They had this tent that was just packed full of cookies. Not even lying here, within 10min of finishing I had eaten 1000calories worth of delicious cookie action. I then went on a cool down, I bonked pretty good on that sucker. The rest of the day was dedicated to beer and junk food. Recovery was overlooked. I was hungover as all hell on the plane ride home, it took a lot of mental focus and determination as to not throw up all over the lady beside me. When we landed though…well…anyways. Now I’m sick and might die.
Speaking of the race, it was decent. Wanna say thanks to Clif and Alan at Canadian Running Series, these guys are pretty much amazing at organizing races. And once again this whole trip was top notch. It was my first half marathon and it went alright. I just ran as hard as I could and let everything else sort its self out. My time wasn’t stupendous and the placing was average. But it was a very good learning experience, I look forward to attempting another half here in the next few months.
I wanna give a shout out and say thanks to the three people out there on the course who yelled at me about this blog. I got one “FFTF!!!” and a couple “LeBlogduRob!!!!” cheers, it was awesome. Also thanks to Will at the finish line for saying very nice things about the blog. Thanks Will, Will was a solid dude.
Man, runners are such nice people, I love this scene. Geez, this sickness medicine is making me quite sappy and emotional. Oh well.
Umm…Vancouver is amazing. You guys realize that? Vancouver is the best city I’ve ever visited. British Columbia is amazing. I’ll tell ya’ll one thing, at some point in my life I will live out there in the mountains in BC. Just friggen beautiful. It’s just like Colorado…but in Canada! Brother Mike lives up in those mountains and he loves it. I got to hang out with brother Mike all weekend and it was so much fun. He showed me around and we drank a bunch of beer and went to a Chuck Ragan concert, good times.
My friend Fil lives out there in Vancouver as well. Yo Fil! Fil is a good dude despite the fact that likes Chelsea FC. Fil is from Eritrea, never met an Eritrean I didn’t like.
One time I was taking a train from San Francisco to Palo Alto for a race at Stanford. I was in the very last train car when all of a sudden the lights went out. The conductor came on and told us that power had been lost in our car and that we would have to move up to the next car. There was probably about 20people in the car so it wasn’t a big deal. We grabbed our stuff and started to move to the next car. For some reason though people were having a hard time getting into the next car. We were trying to just go through the doors that connect the cars, but it wasn’t happening. After a few minutes I got impatient and just went around, out the side door then back in at the next car. The conductor was also getting impatient, he came on and in a slightly annoyed voice told us to please get out of the last car so we could continue on our trip. When I got to the next train I immediately saw what the problem was. Standing at the very back of the second car and blocking the people from getting through was a group of about 10 deaf people, they were oblivious as to what was going on. And to make matters worse was that the first people trying to get into the car were an elderly couple who were just to shy to try to get by. It was awkward as hell. People were just kinda hoping everything would sort its self out, but that wasn’t happening.
Train ride with deaf people in California.