The wickedly cold Edmonton temperature during our visit last Sunday of -26C has been displaced by +5C. What is going on? And here in Toronto, the capital of not-so-cold-but-damp-cold it is -17C. Wrong place at the wrong time.
Total mileage this week was 50 miles, with four indoor and three outdoor runs. Five or six years ago during a particularly cold January, I ran 31 days with only three outdoor runs. So it could be worse. Thinking of worse I’m reminded of the power failure two winters ago. Funnily enough, our gas furnace was so old (since replaced) that it was able to continue to produce heat and with gas stove and oven, the hardship was not severe. I’m also remembering that a few years ago, I ran the Robbie Burns 8K in Burlington in a time of 34:58 in -20C temperatures on packed ice and snow. Needless to say, I felt that were conditions better, I might have run faster.
We have stayed close to home these past chilly days. Once again, we considered a movie outing and once again, we chose to hunker down on the homestead our only outing, to shop with a coffee break enroute. We tried a new coffee bar The Communal Mule on Dundas west and enjoyed as my husband calls it, “Being tourists in the land of youth.” as inevitably we seem to be the oldest people about in our travels to nouveau espresso bars. I had an excellent shortbread with white chocolate chip cookie and my husband enjoyed his latte.
As for me, I’ve become a bit stuck on Stumptown coffee. Give me Stumptown coffee, Stumptown I say! I’m a believer. There is only one place in Toronto (2 in Canada total) where Stumptown coffee is available, LIT Espresso Bar. We have only been to the College street locations.
Quiet days mean more time to read and I finished The Sea Lady by Margaret Drabble. The “elegiac” writing and pace of the first 250 pages led to a disappointing finale, complete with a surprise ending, where everything came together, not with elegance but more like a season-ending episode of Desperate Housewives. My very humble opinion for what it is worth, although still recommended as a pretty good read.
The final pages of The Sea Lady contain these words from Scotland’s favourite son, whose birthday is celebrated on January 25th. And — to my husband, I’ll dedicate these lines from Robbie Burns and repeat that NO, the final quote of yesterdays post was in no way related to your plan to watch six hours of football this weekend.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will love thee still, my Dear,
While the sand o’ life shall run.