This is Pi Day #033
Ice to meet you.
Technically, as a Canadian, it is not only my birthright but my patriotic responsibility to resolutely complain about the cold weather while simultaneously pulling on my wool socks and going outside to just deal with it.
I deal with it by running in it. And with the last week with its temperatures lurking in the -30 degree range (yes, that is a minus) this would usually trigger my wimp-out response and I’d just stay home and draw more comics.
But even as an adult there is this thing called peer pressure.
I text “….but it’s COLD!” and I get in reply “So… just 10 k then?”
I argue about the ice … and someone sends me an Amazon link for shoe spikes.
I steadfastly nudge and call out our mileages as I try to stick to the distance we agreed upon when we left the warmth of the run club… well, the comic speaks for itself.
Stay warm out there… unless you live somewhere warm, then … I got nothing.
This is Pi Day #011
It’s so hot outside that I saw a fire hydrant chasing a pack of dogs!
I hate to go on and on and on about the weather, but I actually ran myself into a nice case of heat stroke this past week and had a few sick days to show for it. Yuck. Stay cool.
The Girl has a mental block for my self-induced run pain. She saw me get dragged off to the medical tent after my first marathon (also heat related) and ever since then I’m either “just resting” or “about to die” after a long, tough workout. There is nothing in between. Zero. On the verge of breaking my mortal coil thanks to an hour of jogging… or whatever dad, let’s play.
It was closer to the former this past week. When we get hot here, we do it thoroughly.
This is Pi Day : Magpie Bonus #009.2
Credit where due, Jolene (who I run with in real life) posted a little story on my Facebook page the evening that I drew this. They had come home from a hot & sweaty mid-summer evening run and added their own special post-running fragrance to the kitchen… much to the chagrin of their son.
I can just imagine what we smelled like after our Wednesday evening run, which seemed even hotter, even muggier, and a little less relieved by any sort of wind. Eau-du-runner. No wonder everyone gets out of our way!
I was saving this bonus strip for next week, maybe after my sure-to-be-too-warm half marathon on Sunday, but… just too perfect timing to not post it now, for an upcoming weekend forecast to be a scorching hot couple of days. Stay cool!
This is Pi Day : Magpie Bonus #007.1
I was dressed to go running the other night despite a big, dark cloud looming on the horizon. A “Severe Thunderstorm” alert popped up on my phone, yet I still pulled my shoes from the closet and stood there with them in my hand, ready.
When the skies finally opened, the wind started gusting, and the flashes of light appeared in the darkened evening, I reluctantly packed up and opted to sit out my run.
But apparently some of my crew went out anyways.
Common sense had me shaking my head at how silly it was to be out running in a thunderstorm. Peer pressure had me feeling a little bit guilty for skipping out. Such is the nature of the runner. And had I gone out it would not have been my first run through a wall of falling water.
Even the birds, hiding under the cover of the trees, know better to go out and about it that kind of mess.