To whom it may concern

All thanks to everyone; run runaway

This weekend we ran away.

We made our escape Friday afternoon: M commandeered the getaway car, stopping only briefly outside of my office building so I could throw my bags into the backseat, before sliding my little self into the front.

With the sun shining down on us, as well as lighting up the long-missed cerulean sky, we drove out of Vancouver proper and made our way to the, most aptly named, Sunshine Coast.

This, my friends, is a place filled with magic.

And I would like to share with you some snaps from our brief stint in paradise.

Fire.

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Morning.
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Games.IMG_20130323_174335

Ocean.
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Trees.IMG_20130323_184155

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Beauty.

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Sometimes I have great difficulty sleeping. I am either thinking too much, or I wake up in the middle of the night soaked in sweat. Whatever the case may be, my anxieties have a tendency to wreck havoc with my achieving the recommended eight hours.

Last Friday night, the night of our arrival, I slept better than I have for months. My head hit the pillow sometime around ten o’clock and I didn’t stir until eight the next morning. When I woke, I  felt clear-headed and refreshed, as if emerging from a warm, safe, (and oh-so snuggly) cocoon.

Marveling at the early morning sunshine, M and I drank steaming mugs of dark, sweet coffee, and watched the families of ducks as they dived and dashed about in the water surrounding the dock.

We would have sat outside had the temperature not hovered around zero degrees celcius. There are only so many blankets in which a person can be swaddled.

Around ten thirty I set out for my weekly long training run. It’s always a bit of shock to the system, the first few minutes of the run, as the fresh, cool, coastal air, rushes in my nose and down my throat, frost tickling my heart and lungs.

But eventually, as always, I adapt, as does my stride and pace – although never my hands. My hands ache from the cold, and warp into hard demi-claws, that chap red and painful.

I run facing traffic, although on a Saturday morning, there is little to be found. I often smile to myself, as I am fooled again and again by the strong wind in the trees, that I too often mistake for an approaching engine, or tire.

The specter of a car.

I ran fifteen kilometers that morning.

I felt as though I could have run forever.

It’s like I said. 

It’s magic.

15 thoughts on “All thanks to everyone; run runaway

  1. 1. LUVLEE shot of what appears to be molten gold sunshine spilling down the mountain.
    2. “they” make running glove, you know.
    3. do you take Nymeria with?
    4. i think yoove said before .. this is a family cabin/hangout?

    1. You’re so right, the sun does look like it is spilling through the trees. I love it!

      Nymeria stays at home. I always want to take her, but she does really, really poorly with car rides. :(

      Family cabin – a slice of paradise!

    1. I did pretty well for quicken :) Garrotte is not a very nice thing to know about – a thin wire or chain used to kill people. Often seen in gangster movies when the killer sneaks up from behind and surprises their victim. ACK! I’ve actually given myself the heebiejeebies!

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