system check

The week after the half-marathon I took it easy, double-cheking the state of the body. All parts were in place and functioning. I am finally over my cold. It had snowed again and it was as frigid as in Arizona during my outdoor run, but I was prepared. Most poignant was re-acquainting myself with the rarefied atmosphere of the desert. I am running on thin air again, an interaction as familiar and excruciating as some close relationships.

Browsing blogs at year-turn I noticed how many runners have advance plans as to what races they will run during the year. I cannot think too far ahead on a normal day, but my mind is playing now with the idea of running a half at sea level, to make up for the questionable PR in Arizona. Joe has suggested the Scotiabank Vancouver Half Marathon race on June 24. It just so happened that I had looked it up exactly the same day, not because I am able to project as far, geographically or timewise, but because we might need to go to British Columbia in the summer, and it would be neat if I could combine two quests in one stroke. It would take coordinating everything and everybody, here and there, like the conductor of an orchestra. My summer symphony.