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Jun 8
   Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2006...

Pathetic run today after work. It was my favorite Stanley Park circuit but the performance was awful. It took me 70 minutes to cover 12 km, when I normally do the 11 km Trout Lake run in under an hour. But for my own defense, I will invoke the fact that I had a bad cold last week and pretty much spent the week-end in bed. There. I feel better.

Here follows a description of the circuit, for the benefit of Anonymous mostly, but too for anybody else who cares…

Of course, I can’t say that I fully appreciate the grandiose panorama while running. I’m concentrating hard and focusing on putting one foot ahead of the other while avoiding knee injuries and a cardiac arrest. My world shrinks to a narrow tunnel aimed at the ground before me and turned inwards, towards vital signs and various parameters to be kept under tight control, like calve cramps, side pains, right shoulder tension, diversion of sweat away from the eyes, music control and human traffic avoidance.

But the scenery remains as a blurry background and a support to my failing mental power. I catch a glimpse of the north shore mountains, feel the coolness of the forest, barely notice the overhead passage of the Lions Gate Bridge, zoom by Siwash Rock, ignore other runners (well, most of them). But I am there, it’s all that matters. The park lends me energy, the sea gives me momentum, the mountains call my name and the city of glass drives me back to her.

The starting point is the north end of Burrard street, not far from the cruise ship terminal at Canada Place, off bus #22. From there I head west roughly following the waterfront but only joining it at the end of Coal Harbour (after marker 1 km) where Stanley Park actually begins. The Vancouver Aquarium is located right above marker 2. Between markers 3 and 4, on the southern end of the point, is the 9 o’clock gun, a real old style gun that fires (electronically nowadays) at 21:00 sharp every night.

Then beyond marker 4 and then 5 are the replicas of the Empress of Japan figurehead and the Girl in the Wetsuit, free variation on Copenhagen’s Little Mermaid. The Lions Gate Bridge is lapsed right after marker 6 and then I’m facing the setting sun. Siwash Rock shoots out of the water between markers 7 and 8, and the beaches appear, Third and Second. The swimming pool by Lost Lagoon is already quite busy, and finally civilization re-emerges and the West End buildings take over alongside First Beach. By marker 11, I’m so ready to quit. But then again, so was I at marker 4. I get into False Creek and just before the Burrard Bridge, I leave the Seawall and climb to catch my 22 bus back home on Burrard itself.

It’s a great open loop, minimal street running, no repetition, lots of other fools running both ways, that’s encouraging; it doesn’t get much better than that. I could, though…

[Photo obtained via the great Gmaps Pedometer, a Google Maps API adaptation.]

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2006-06-08 01:03 • Posted in Cool:

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  • 1 - Anonymous says:

    « thanks for the detailed map. I’ve done
    the same run, exactly, except taht I was a bit faster than you...

    on a bicycle... :-) »

  • 2 - Vince says:

    « Next time we’ll have a challenge ;-) »

  • 3 - Anonymous says:

    « Are wheel chairs available ? »

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We now go back to current chronological entries:
Sep 3

I thought it might have been the sunset of the century. I rushed out and ran to the C-shuttle stop only to find a notice of route deviation. So I went to the False Creek Ferries’ landing but it was Sunday and they were no longer crossing to the bottom of False Creek. I ran back up the hill and caught a bus on Davie. But once on board I realized we were going the wrong way, north almost to Burrard Inlet before turning east and eventually back south on Main. It’s because of the Nike Race, the driver told me, apologetic. There are road blocks everywhere. It’s been a hell of day.

When I shot off the bus at the train station a fantastic storm cloud was  towering to the east, but I had no clear line of sight and none of the obstacles were worth showing. I pressed on towards the water, looking behind me as I walked fast. By the time I got to a spot where I could catch my breath and setup, the cloud had pretty much died and my sunset had misfired.

I took the time to shoot a few « I was there, any way » pictures and a pano, but I shot at too wide a focal length and my verticals are distorted. Later, in Photoshop, having stitched the 10 shots into a 239 mb file, it took me 2 attempts to apply the superb « denoise » action of FFDD6; it’s highly processor-intensive and on such a large file, it tests the very limits of my poor laptop’s endurance.

But all this is just a hazy blur. My mind is elsewhere. Soon, once again, as it has for over a year now and always will, time is going to contract itself like a snake recoiling before a bite, and then it will explode in all directions, hours turning into mere seconds and a week into an eternity. East is visiting West, the Big Apple meets the City of Glass, a terrace vs a balcony, so much fun in perspective it’s hard to breathe and accept this will not be it. Yet.

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2008-09-03 08:59 • Posted in Always: & Photoblogs: & Vancouver:

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  • 1 - Marie says:

    « East meets West with.coffee :-)

    I am embarrassed to admit I did not know about Science World. It is...round and sparkly.Beautiful pictures. »

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