I was on a random hour long journey across the Internet this afternoon and came across this on Flickr. Very Salvador Dali-esque. I have no idea how the photographer does it, but it’s pretty cool and creepy at the same time. It almost looks like there is a person wrapped up in there, hovering like a ghost. Definitely check out the rest of his floating cloth photos…tres amusant.
Me: “Just did 13 km today, it felt great, no knee pain or anything!”
Mom: Look of concern. “Oh that’s too much, why would you do that? You have knee pain? Why are you running?”
So much for encouragement from my mom.
Myself and the girls hiking Mt. Finlayson
Why am I running? Because I can. Because it keeps me healthy. Because I know if I need to run for my life from a crazy knife-wielding person I can. Because it keeps me sane . And also because I can’t seem to excel at any other sport requiring hand-eye coordination or a team player attitude.
I found my elementary school teacher report forms not long ago, and read with conviction how “Brianne excels in reading, writing and math, but needs to participate more during P.E.” One report from a grade four teacher said that I “pretend to get tagged out all the time and sit down even when I haven’t.” I had to laugh at that – that is definitely something I can see my 10-year-old self doing!
Things didn’t change at all when I got to middle school – it just got worse. I could barely run for one minute without getting cramps. I hated the dreaded ‘Dunford Run’ on Fridays, where students had to run four blocks in a square; if we beat the teacher, we got a six. Every minute after that one point was taken off, and the group of girls walking in last (myself included) would get zero. I think I never had higher than a C- in P.E. throughout my secondary school years – shitty, considering I actually had decent grades otherwise.
It wasn’t just running I couldn’t do, it was any team sports. I hated them all. I hated being so bad that I would let the team down, or looking like a fool because I didn’t know what I was doing. I tried at the start, but couldn’t pick it up as fast as others could. It’s not like I sat around at home doing nothing; I loved rollerblading, biking, hiking and swimming on my own time or with friends. The thing I didn’t like was the team aspect – I like doing things for myself, beating my own goals and seeing how far I can push myself. Individual sports, featuring myself – go Team Bri!
That’s the beauty of running. Yes, you can compete against others, but most people I know that run do it for themselves, trying to beat their best time rather than beat someone else’s. Not to place the blame elsewhere, but if teachers taught running the way I think of it now, maybe I would have tried harder.
My parents never pushed me into extra curricular activities; actually, I think they were quite relieved I didn’t want to do anything on a team or with other people (saved them major $$$). The problem is they got so used to me not doing anything physical that now they can’t understand why I would want to start. Every time I head downstairs in the morning with my helmet and bike gloves on, ready for my hour-long bike into town to work, my mom gives me this oh-that’s-too-much-for-you look. When I told them I entered the half marathon, they barely acknowledged it. Maybe I’m looking for the approval I missed out on by missing out on team sports. Sure, I got accolades for my good grades and various honor roll awards, but it’s a different feeling having your parents cheer you on from the sidelines of a sporting event.
I guess I’m too old to be looking for that kind of approval – really, I should be focusing on graduating university and getting an awesome career and moving out…but I just can’t help but be a little disappointed when I come home, sweaty and flushed from a 13 km run, to my mom telling me that maybe I’m doing too much. Then again, all that makes me want to do is try even harder to show them that I can do too much, and even more than that.
After going through some old travel photos today, I decided to make this super delicious dessert my friend Janine and I had basically every night on our journey through Thailand in 2005. A friend sent me this recipe, and most versions I’ve found online are similar to this. Nothing beats the real thing, but this is close. I used jasmine rice instead of black rice, and bananas, peaches and blackberries ( fruits all found conveniently within the vicinity of my house) instead of mangoes. Totally brings back memories of sitting in busy storefront houses/cafes in Chiang Mai, with their cheesy checkered red-and-white plastic table clothes, miniature napkins and plastic carnation flowers set on the tables…
Mango and Sticky Rice
1 cup white rice (jasmine, sticky or black rice)
2 cups water
1 can (398ml) coconut milk (not cream)
2 tbsp sugar (or to taste)
pinch of salt
2 medium mangoes
Wash the uncooked rice to remove starch
Add water and bring to a boil, the turn heat down to simmer with lid on (watch to make sure it doesn’t boil over)
While this is happening, heat the milk in a separate saucepan, making sure it doesn’t come to a boil
Add salt to the milk and along with the sugar to taste
When the rice has finished cooking, add half of the coconut milk and remove from heat
Mix the coconut milk and rice together and let stand approximately 5-10 mins or until all of the milk has been absorbed
Before serving the mango, cut it into bite-sized pieces. Place the sticky rice in a bowl, adding as much mango as you want on top. Pour some of the remaining coconut milk over the top to serve. Yields at least 6 servings.
Today is my “rest” day. I would like to lounge around in the courtyard with some trash magazines, expose myself to some UVB rays and drink diet coke all afternoon, but there’s cleaning to do.
Yesterday I tackled the Jeep interior; carpets were pulled out, taken to the Co-Op and powerwashed, a colony of something growing underneath the front seats was scrubbed away from the paint, and the basin of the Jeep was rinsed out. I must invest in a soft top for next summer… I don’t want to deal with these carpets again!
Training has been going well, but I feel I need to step it up a notch. This week I did three 30 minute runs on the treadmill, one 35 minute run on a hilly route outside, a two hour bike ride, a one hour 10 km yesterday at Elk and Beaver Lake, and two 30 minute strength training sessions. I only have about seven weeks left until the half, but only so much time in the day to dedicate to running… what’s going to happen when school starts and I have homework on top of work and classes? I guess I’ll have no social life?
Speaking of running, I now have a glorified fanny pack, aka a “hydration belt”, to help me get through longer runs. I ran with it yesterday, and actually it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. I love the fact I don’t have to hold anything while I run – keys, phone, and gel in the pack, and two bottles of H2O on either side of my hip. Other items on my wanted list for running: Ironman watch, capri running pants for knee support, comfier sports bra. I thought running would be a cheap sport for me to get into…
More on running. A friend sent me this to get inspired, it’s kind of neat.
I finally got around to reading some Tom Robbins again this summer. I highly recommend “Jitterbug Perfume” if you want to take your brain on a super sensory journey. I find his ideas seeping into the everyday, and it’s fantastic. Here are a few of my favorite quotes, not just from Jitterbug but some of his other books as well:
“Real courage is risking something that you have to keep on living with, real courage is risking something that might force you to rethink your thoughts and suffer change and stretch consciousness. Real courage is risking one’s cliches.”
“The author isn’t altogether certain that there is any such thing as exaggeration. Our brains permit us to use such a wee fraction of their resources that, in a sense, everything we experience is a reduction. We employ drugs, yoga techniques and poetics – and a thousand more clumsy methods – in an effort just to bring things back up to normal.”
“Poetry is nothing more than an intensification or illumination of common objects and every day events until they shine with their singular nature, until we can experience their power, until we can follow their steps in the dance, until we can discern what part they play in the Great Order of Love. How is this done? By fucking around with syntax.”
“The Middle Ages hangs over history’s belt like a beer belly. It is too late now for aerobic dancing or cottage cheese lunches to reduce the Middle Ages. History will have to wear size 48 shorts forever.”
“Our individuality is all, all, that we have. There are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures and rides it, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life’s bittersweet route.”
“The hour was 4:00pm, the day Monday, the month September. Late September. So late that you had to look closely to distinguish it from October. Dip a slice of bread in batter. That’s September: yellow gold, soft, and sticky. Fry that bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process. A hint of chilled marmalade in the air.”
“When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on – series polygamy – until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.”
“Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.”
So I was going to work on the blog over the weekend…maybe next weekend?
For some reason I decided to run the Coast Trail in East Sooke park with my friend Hagen first thing on Saturday morning. I hit the gym and bike regularly but haven’t actually ran in months…needless to say I am still in pain and can barely walk two days later! The trail is amazing though, it runs right along the shoreline and in and out of the trees. It’s not clearly marked, but luckily Hagen for the most part knew where he was going! There are some parts where you have to slow down and watch your footing (you are pretty much right on the edge of a cliff looking down onto jagged rocks and ocean surf the whole way), and by the end I had to walk up the steeper, rocky parts. It took us about and 2 hours and 20 minutes…not bad considering that the trail apparently takes 6 hours to hike! According to CRD Park maps, the trail is 10 km from Aylard Farms to Pike Road, but I don’t think that takes into account the twisty windiness of the trail itself. I’d say it’s more like 13 kms. No wonder my legs won’t work!
… I also went out dancing with the girls Saturday night until 2 am AFTER the run…that also might have something to do with it!
If you stumbled upon this blog and wondered to whom this unorganized and unprofessional looking site belonged, you might have checked out my “25 Random Things” (a la Facebook) in my About section. Number 21 on the list mentions that I had a blog back in the day, when ICQ and MSN Messenger were the popular forms of social media, used mostly by teenagers and geeks. I posted regularly in my LiveJournal, mainly about what I did on weekends with the occasional “stupid customer” story from my days in the hospitality industry. I documented about 5 years of my adolescence…and it’s pretty entertaining to go back and read, and I’ll post some of my finer entries here occasionally for your enjoyment.
The point is, I thought it was about time I wrote about my life again. That, and I should be writing more often if I want to become a writer…that’s what “they” say anyways. I’m also training to run in my first half marathon this October as well as training to become better in all aspects of my life (health, fitness and wellbeing). I know there are tons of blogs about people doing these exact same things, so I will also include lots of anecdotes and observations that I usually just keep to myself in my head…rather than just amuse myself, I will try to amuse you as well!