Today day of December. And that is, the day before ended in November - the local November. Canuksi shrewd, well-known for his love for word games (Probably inherited from the British pradziadach), while every opportunity seekers would not think of a cool, autumn rain, not wasting time and some time ago created the term 'mo-Vember'. This marvel of clusters originates from two words: november and might, the determination moustach'u slang, means our wasa a familiar, is a very fresh initiative which consists of supporting the charitable men, prostate cancer patients by ... plunging wasa! And yes, all those who decide to participate in this nationwide action October 31 in August goal on smoothly, so that the whole of the following month does not curb its symbol of masculinity or of a millimeter. 'Mo-Vember' is here seen virtually everywhere: talking about it on television, writes on the internet August evenings while discussing about it by the fireplace. A stroll along the streets of Vancouver, can meet all possible types of mustache is thin and crazy in the style of Dali Salvador'a through thick and full, whom he would not be ashamed to Nietzsche, the proud and somewhat psychedelic a la Fanka Zappa. Plunging them all: scouts, students, builders, professors, and most of all, cops and cowboys!
addition to not shave in August, a Canadian November brings me back to the two things: first of all with the biggest frosts, which hitherto I experienced this time of year (for the entire previous week thermometers rarely indicated temperature higher than -10 degrees Celsius), and no running. And it is because in theory, jogging is the last thing you should think in August when torrential rains and cold (the first half of the month), or snowy zawiejach (two more weeks). But here people live sport, for anything you May all obstacles, and simply doing his. Even at the beginning seemed to me that my Stride at 7 am to his ankles in snow and slush were a sign of rain on a particular, Slavic fortitude, but soon realized that not enough Canadians that they have you, the more eggs in May, and both men and women (well, they do not have either wasa or eggs, but the fierceness does not give way to us, or a step!) treat Morning training very seriously and are in that damn consistent.
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What do these three items have in common? Well, this, that one fine day all four at once met in one place - and it became the 21st day of my life wasa, when he chose August for the traditional Fall Classic Run course. This is the last important race of the season for lovers of August who come here from all over the dressing down of British Columbia. This year's was exceptional. This is because that they were in so much cold, with runners mustache deba honors and did not want for anything lying around quietly humming under his nose some pleasant melodies. Participants had a choice of three distances: 5 miles, 10 and half-marathon. Together with married Vilvangow - neighbors from the street Blenheim, we chose the longest distance and it was the best possible choice, because after the initial few kilometers, on which the frost on the cracked bones to us, we caught quickly warming up the rhythm, which has suffered all three of us until the finish line. However, before every one of us crossed the magical borders 21 kilometers from the hook, we had to sweat nice. I ran up to 17 kilometers quietly (most of the time by watching at the same rhythm Vilvang prettier half of the state), but then I saw approaching from the opposite Jordan's character, who, as it turned out, had already run your distance and decided to go back to add my encouragement for the last part route. Even then I felt like a god and I had visions of himself as Forrest Gump likely to run as a happily to the end of the world and beyond. All things changed when Jordan stated that when I see that I still have plenty of power and 'so I ran after him. " So too did a little i. .. August is not finished by.
This cursed bastard threw this rate, the lungs had in my throat and my heart przepompowalo unless the tank blood. However, there is this evil something good came out not, because thanks to him, not enough that your fastest shrewdly km in the life of a long distance (3 minutes 20 seconds between 18 and 19 bars), it's still the whole time I finished the race 1:45:01! What's more, I had more strength, in order to copy a number of the Jordan and come back first by Margot, who finally came seven minutes after me (a sensational result, in the end his grandmother is 49 years old), and later after Jim, who at once was a true fighter wrestling (he had handle, Jim 'The Greek'), but there is little he has been with the former condition, and ultimately doczlapal panting to the finish line after 2 hours and 9 minutes of continuous running.
Today we participated in the Fall Classic as one of my finest local adventure, but unfortunately one thing associated with it for a few days I spend awake at night: in accordance with the principles of 'mo-Vember', with beginning of December your you have to go under the knife, otherwise an inch monthly fun does not count. Thus, with him, strace excellent aerodynamic properties, which made the wind speed really missed me a little longer ...
Hugs, Miki
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