With the rise in temperature, I guessed that a modest southeasterly head wind would not prove overly challenging. So off, I went down for a 9 mile run with 3 miles along the lake. I forgot how bitterly cold the wind coming off the frigid lake and ice can be. My fingers were never colder this winter, than after taking my mitts off to take photos.
My 1 minute sprints were taxing and midway, while waiting for a green light the thought of quitting trying to run fast times went off like a tiny bell rung by a more sensible me. Aargh, ugh, egads . . . that was hard. I don’t mind feeling spent if I’ve run pushed my body to the max, but fighting the elements is just frustrating. I suppose it is about mental training but it is just darn hard to run fast in the cold. I staggered into the locker room at the Y, decided to skip the planned weight work out and headed home. WINTER, I’m officially fed up with you!
Later in the day my spirits improved as I made my way to my last photography class at Ontario College of Art and Design (OCAD). The evening sun, boding spring and then a quick pre-class trip to the Art Gallery of Ontario where things were really hopping. I checked out the sales at the gift shop and noticed a cordoned line-up to see artist-writer Shary Boyle. The foyer of the gallery was quite full of visitors taking advantage of free Wednesday night admission. Ah, Toronto, the 4th best city in the world to live. Although, still lots of room to improve, as noted in the United Way newsletter we received today, highlighting the impact of the recession, Vertical Poverty (poverty by postal code).
So an outing to arts central Toronto cheers me up and I spot this poster at OCAD that gives me pause to consider options other than that of winter running into headwinds.