Running Training Has Begun Again

1:45 hours in Pacific Spirit Park today, in the driving rain. I'm surprised at the upgrades on the trails, my favourite puddle-farms now feature almost cement-like gravel fillings. The trail from the bottom of Sword Fern and Marine all the way to the beginning of Spanish is now filled with little rose pebbles, worn stiff by daily commuter cyclists. Cleveland, Salish, Sasamat... all are filled in and feature nary a puddle in sight. I almost felt cheated. But the views didn't disappoint - lush moss-covered trees, deep dark evergreens, the smell of fresh earth drinking in the morning rain. Did I mention the rain already? Driving, relentless, cold and refreshing. Just what a reborn runner really needs