May 24, 2020

Korima Run Day 8 - Jess Soco - One more day




The Korima Run was supposed to end yesterday, but one of my scheduled friends couldn't make it and I didn't want to miss an opportunity to run with her.

Jess Soco is an amazing woman in many ways. A true free spirit, an excellent runner and an all-around lovely person, she has seen thousands of miles of trails in the most gorgeous of places. She is an accomplished ultra-runner and thru-hiker, and for me, she illustrates what it means to be dedicated to Nature and the trails.

Among many moments we spent together, Jess happened to share some of the very best days of my life, some time ago when we met at Across The Years, a multi-day running event where I was supposed to work the kitchen and aid station and ended up also running my very first 100-miler.


Jess and I at Across the Years 2013/14

And it's with this particular memory that I ran today, in spirit with my Mas Loco sister whom I celebrate for her generosity and her loving, kind nature. Jess makes my world a better place, and it's always a pleasure to cross her path, or just open my Facebook and look what she's up to or which beautiful place she chose for her day. She lives and breathes freedom, and she's an inspiration for me to go out and do the things I love.

My friend, you are beautiful inside and out and I hope that we get to share many more adventures in wonderful places. Keep walking your path, I'll always follow you, up close or afar. Thank you for everything, and always, always Run Free!





May 23, 2020

Korima Run Day 7 - My New-York family

For the last official day of the Korima Run, I had a real treat planned, thanks to my friend Alan Wegener. He's one of the many Leatherman's Loop runners who've become my New-York family since 2012, when I was supposed to experience my very first Loop with Caballo Blanco. Fate, obviously, decided otherwise and when I told the race organizer, El Copadre Tony, that I wouldn't attend because the grief was too heavy, he said to please come anyway and join them. And it was one of the best things that happened to me in these times.

Because of the Loop, I got to meet all these wonderful, colorful new people and they've been in my life ever since. So when Alan read about the Korima Run, he sent me a message and we coordinated this little Saturday morning shenanigan. He gathered with a group of runners, among which Jugglin' Joe Cloidt and Lee Willett, and I contacted them before our mutual runs for a surprise little morning chat :)

As always, everyone was in a good mood and it was great to be in touch with kindred spirits. Karine was here with me, and got to tele-meet everyone for the first time. The sun was up, at least on my end, and we spent the run talking about the Leatherman's Loop, how I got there and all the positive it brought in my life.

So thank you Alan, for always being around, always having a good word and always being a friend of the Raramuri. Thank you New-York runners for your spirit and your support, may you run free and happy. Thank you for showing our friends that they have friends all over this world.


May 22, 2020

Korima Run Day 6 - Theland Kicknosway - Walk in a good way

Day 6 was a day with difficulties. Karine's foot isn't so great after all, and running won't be a good idea for a couple days. So we went out, but we walked instead.

It reminded me of something my friend Theland said sometimes, when we ran his Spirit Run between Ottawa and Kitigan Zibi; when we would walk, we would share thoughts and ideas and he would say "We walk in a good way". This is both a beautiful and a very meaningful expression.

There are many ways to walk. But when you go out with the intention of breathing fresh air, staying healthy and enjoying the outdoors, when you do it with love in your heart, when you have kind thoughts for your loved ones, you do it in a good way.

So that's what we did. We held hands and talked and watched the trees and the birds and the running water. And we had good thoughts. Like Theland taught me.

Theland Kicknosway is one of these young people who make our world better just by being themselves and following their own path. As a young Cree and Potawatomi, he goes about the world with his feet deeply rooted in culture. He is an accomplished singer, and traditional hoop dancer.

Thank you for having me in your circle, Theland. And thank you for the wonderful gift of seeing you grow up, evolve and become the great young man that you are!

Meegwetch, my friend.


May 20, 2020

Korima Run Day 5 - Karine Burgess - My Motivation

"You don't wanna go? Come on, I'll run with you".

So we went. That's how simple and beautiful my life has been, for almost a year now. I could say she's my inspiration, or my dream girl, or the woman of my life. All that would be true. But what's most amazing, most wonderful and most uplifting is, she's my best friend.

She knows me inside and out, and has been in my life for many years. We've gone through a lot together, as friends, and last fall we decided to try and be together, together. And life has been so very good.

You are beautiful, compassionate, gentle and kind. You make living around you a real treat, with your little attentions and your good words. And you're funny as hell and you cook like a chef :) There's not enough words to tell you how much I love you. You're my treasure.

Karine Burgess, this run in the sun was as delightful as everything else we do together; it was simple, it was honest, and it was one more of these little things that make me yours, without a second thought. You're my red thread.





May 19, 2020

Korima Run Day 4 - Marc Seguin - El Kodiak

This literally looks like a bad picture
from a Walmart photo shop preset :)
This is one guy who doesn't need any introduction. He's been my running partner, adventure companion and friend for many years. He's seen the best and the worst of me. There isn't much he doesn't already know, and he's still around :)

Marc Seguin works hard and a lot. He travels North America, driving his big truck to pick up and deliver all sorts of things. Even in times of quarantine, he crosses the border back and forth to keep the supply lines going. And that means I hadn't seen him in a loooooooong time. So when he told me he would be parked overnight in an industrial area not too far, waiting for his early morning delivery, very bad plans involving ridiculous waking times were quickly made :)

Karine, always one to join in the adventure, said her foot was good enough to run a little. So we got up what felt like 15 minutes after going to bed, brewed some hot coffee and headed out before sun up, in what's starting to look like a weird habit of sleep deprivation over the past couple days.

Social distancing was unnecessary, since he never leaves his truck while traveling. So we hugged long and hard, in what seemed to be a waaaaay overdue little meet up, and the best possible occasion for him to finally get to meet Karine in person :)

Never mind that we ran between ugly industrial factories, empty parking lots and over highways. Running felt as good as it always did, and we still found a cool spot for a picture; an old beaten-up train track.

The Korima Run is in its 4th day now, and the connection is real. I got news that our friends in the Barrancas are running a Rarajipare, a traditional ball race, and it feels good to know that we all, runners from everywhere, are offering our footsteps in support :)

So, Andale! Let's keep going !




May 18, 2020

Korima Run Day 3 - Patrick Sweeney - Corona!



OK, I'd set out for my Korima Run with another friend in mind, but life seemed adamant on reminding me of another one. See, the day has been glorious here and the warm weather plus some heavy yard work made me pretty thirsty and running... for the fridge.

I grabbed a first beer, a suitably-named Corona, and a couple handfuls of nachos, thinking I'd get right back to work. But first thing I knew, I was two Coronas down and my pickax motivation had reached an all-time low.

"I better get my run in", I thought, knowing full-well that the best of my day was rapidly getting behind me. I found a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and my old beat-up Lunas and, as I was heading out the door, dragging my feet, my Karine asked "Does someone need motivation?". I knew she couldn't come because she slightly injured her left ankle running her first 5k earlier this week. "I'll just take my bicycle", she said, with that lovely smile. I was super happy.

A couple hundred yards in the run, my slouching belly full of beer started to bloat to maximum discomfort, and I was reminded of my always painful, but always fun, beer miles. So naturally, I started thinking of Sweeney :)

I love Patrick Sweeney because he chose fun and the enjoyment of life over material possessions. I love that he always wants to play something, to plan some shenanigans or to go out and do something fun. He is a wonderful chef, too, and a great friend.

Sweeney pretty much invented the beer mile, which consists of chugging a beer, running a quarter mile, then repeating that 3 other times to attain maximum stupidity. But he also invented the Leadville Rock Golf Invitational (I hope I got the name right) which consists of throwing rocks at various distances with an unclear purpose and following whimsical challenges along the way. And hundreds of other colorfully-named games like Shower Shots or Find The Chicken.

So as I was slushing around today, trying to look like a runner, I just did what Sweeney does and enjoyed the moment. And I almost heard him tell me "Corona? That's not beer! It's a yellow fizzy drink." And I smiled and I thought of my friend, who's always somewhere doing something fun. Run free, amigo, and see you soon!!



May 17, 2020

Korima Run Day 2 - Michael Miller - The Red Hawk







Today, the sun is shining. There haven't been a lot of days yet where it really feels like summer, so it's making my heart happy and my feet light. Today is also the very first day of the season when I get to wear my huaraches, the Luna Sandals our Raramuri friends inspired Barefoot Ted to make.

Today, I run with one of the pillars of the ultra-running community, and definitely one of the pillars in my life. This man has been quietly behind a lot of the projects supporting the Raramuri community, and knows the true meaning of being a Mas Loco. He has a heart as big as a mountain.

I spent many days running with him up and down the canyons and deserts of Arizona, and many evenings after that, cooking and enjoying great wines with his love, La Roja Bonita, The Redhead Kimberly. They have been my friends and family for several years now and we have shared so many things together. Adventures and exaltation, drama and sorrow, laughter and pain.

My friend's totem is the mighty Red Hawk, the proud bird that soars high. Every single time I see one, my heart goes straight to his.

Although we're thousands of miles apart, today we ran together and shared the warmth of the sun, the joy of sharing steps in the late spring grass and the reassuring feeling that we are never really separated.

May you stay strong, run long and hug longer. I love you, my Brother Man.




May 16, 2020

Korima Run Day 1 - Phil Gendreau - Run to the Water

The Korima Run starts today and will last 7 days. I invited you to join me in any way you can, and many have answered. It warms my heart to see we remain connected and we remain united with our Raramuri friends.

In support and in their honor, I will run every day of the Korima Run. And since we live in times of pandemics and separation, I will run every day with - and for - someone close to me in our big worldwide Mas Loco community.

Today started at first light. In support for our friend Phil Gendreau who will run from sunrise to sunset, Karine and I started in darkness and ran south, to the shore of the St-Lawrence river where we were greeted by a display of pink and orange sky.

Phil will donate for every KM ran today, and we wish him resolve, health, a wide smile and light feet. Run Free, my friend!

Inspired by your endeavour, Karine ran her very first full 5K today, an all-time personal best!




First light on the St-Lawrence river





May 4, 2020

The Korima Run - All you need to know



By now, I'm sure you all know about The Korima Run. So now is the time to plan!

The basics

What?
An event to run, walk, dance, drum, sing and show your support to the Raramuri community of the Copper Canyons. (Full info here).

Why?
In these terrible times, a lot of us feel alone, distressed and powerless. This event is something concrete you can do to show your support to the Running People of Northwest Mexico who, like us, struggle with COVID-19 and with the many difficulties it brings. Show them you care, and show them they are not forgotten, despite the distance.

When?
You can do it for a minute, an hour, a day or the whole time between May 16 and 23, 2020.

Who?
People from all over the planet will participate. Anywhere you are, please join us.

How?
You can officially register for the event here (Click on the "register" button at the top of the page). And if money is hard to come by, you can participate by posting photos, videos, artworks or anything you like on the True Messages Facebook page. Tell us where you are and show us what you've done!

Donations
If you are able and willing to provide additional material help, please contact True Messages. They have close ties and means to send help down to the Copper Canyons.


So I will see you, watch you or hear you all starting May 16. I'm already planning simultaneous runs with friends, so if you'd like to join me, leave a comment here or contact me directly.

Thanks for joining, and Kuira Ba!



April 27, 2020

The Korima Run – Let's restore the balance

I’ve been truly blessed, in my recent life, to have been welcome and taught in several Native American cultures. Regardless of the obvious differences and despite the shameful, sad heritage I represent, I was always invited with open arms and hearts, with kindness and consideration. This display of pure Humanity has had a profound impact on me, on my world views and on the way I try to interact with others.

The Raramuri People of the Copper Canyons were the first in this series of encounters. For almost ten years now, I’ve had the immense privilege of getting to know them, of developing friendships and of learning some of their ways and the heritage of the wonderful, mystical place they call home.

One of my first worries when the COVID-19 virus hit the planet was the devastation it could potentially cause among Native communities. Then, as the crisis unfolded, I realized that not only the illness itself was a danger, but also all the consequences it carried with it. The world has locked down. More than half the Human population on Earth are under quarantine, fearful and deprived of basic liberties in a desperate attempt to contain the propagation and save the people most at risk. Businesses have closed, employment is scarce and help of any kind is hardly sent to remote locations.

My Mas Loco friends share my worries. A couple days ago, we were able to get news from the Barrancas and ask how our Raramuri friends are doing in these trying times. The news was not good.

The last crop season was bad because of the hot, dry weather and the yields in corn, chia, amaranth and other basic Canyons commodities was too low. This was made worse when the crisis started hitting Mexico. All around the Copper Canyons, there are small communities and farmlands which, in normal times, can sometimes provide a bit of work for local Raramuri people, who often travel far from their homes just to get a day or two of paid work, and then bring back meager sums to sustain their families. This already is a hard and uncertain life under usual circumstances. Now that we have to live with COVID-19, almost all these already-rare sources of income have disappeared. Those who have a little more are either not around or not able to share anything that trickles out in the communities. And sustenance farming hasn’t improved either. 

Above and beyond the looming risk of the coronavirus, Raramuri communities are suffering from its effects on social organization. Substance and alcohol abuse are on the rise, as well as domestic mistreatment and violence. The almost non-existent health facilities cannot deal with any kind of surge in case of a local flare-up. The grip of local powers hasn’t loosened either and the stress is ever present. Some of our close friends are doing very poorly right now. We are sad and worried. 

So we asked, how can we help?

With the incredible nobility I’ve always witnessed since meeting them, their answer came back. With the quiet, humble power of rolling thunder.

“Mother Earth has lost her balance and, with her, Humans too.” “Please join us to restore it”.


The Raramuri tradition is rich and mysterious, but one thing we know is their firm belief in the interconnection between Humans and the Planet. This is a great truth they share with numerous other cultures around the world. Traveling the Earth, moving and living on it using our own feet, is sacred and a very ancient, deeply rooted form of prayer.

So that’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to join our friends in the most Human way we know. We will all use our feet, wherever we are, to drum our footsteps onto Mother Earth in unison. We will show support. We will show respect. We will show kinship.

Some of us will travel one mile. Others maybe hundreds. Some of us will dance. Some will walk. But every single one of us is going to join a movement of hope and connection. We will create deeper meaning. We will unite our hearts and minds and try to restore a bit of balance. In our bodies, in our minds and definitely in our hearts. This is the idea of the Korima Run.

So here you have it. Between May 16 and 23, I invite you all to join us. Go outside, or even stay in, but spend a moment uniting with and supporting the Raramuri. Send us videos, photos, texts, songs, or anything you feel like to show you’ve been here with us, with everyone, in this important moment.

We are One.



May 16 - 23, 2020 - All over the world







April 19, 2020

A new life?


Being quarantined has a lot of disadvantages. But one thing it did bring me was time, and a lot of it, to think. 

Instead of focusing on all the bad aspects of what’s happening right now, we, The People of the House, have started to reflect on the facets of our lives which have been highlighted by this crazy pandemic. And a lot of them come as pretty big surprises. So much so, in fact, that we’ve started questioning whether there would be sizable changes happening when, some crazy unthinkable day, life resumes.



Spending money

I’m going to start by stating that I know how lucky we are. We get paid full salaries and are at no risk of losing our jobs or financial advantages. I’ve been told many times in my life that my “gilded cage” job was a bad decision, that it prevented me from living the dream, that I should seek something that makes me want to wake up in the morning excited to go to work. Although I know that there are some people out there whose case that may be, I’ve always been comfortable with my choice of a stable, permanent job over anything else that might sound exciting or flashy. This whole situation could be a whole other topic in a different text but, in a nutshell, I can’t be happier about my career choices at the moment.

With that said, the quarantine has put into perspective how we use our money and where it goes, in normal times. We are slowly realizing, with great empathy, that most people live on a paycheck-to-paycheck situation, which means immediate distress at the moment the slightest disturbance happens. Although luckily this is not our own situation, we’ve come to realize that we spend huge chunks of money on various things and that we’ve been somewhat careless about saving. One thing for sure, when life resumes, I will make different financial choices to ensure I have more money put aside and greater financial independence, even if it comes at the cost of reducing the little luxuries I used to indulge in. 

Independence 

As we see society around us grind to a halt, it’s not hard to realize how dependent we are on a vast grid of just-in-time services to sustain our way of life. Grocery stores, pharmacies, hardware stores and many others are, usually, always here to provide. It took several weeks of being locked in at home to realize it is filled with pretty useless stuff while it lacks absolute necessities which I suppose we assume we can get whenever we want.

There doesn’t seem to be a simple solution to this. However, as normalcy eventually resumes, I will make sure we can count on a minimum inventory of nails, screws, minimal stocks of Q-tips and toothpaste, canned foods, flour, and the list goes on and on.

I don’t like this feeling of dependency I have right now. Most of my ideas around the house right now get blocked with “Oh yeah, I would need X or Y to do this”. Could things be different? Maybe not. But I’ll spend time and money making sure we are a little more autonomous, should we end up being on our own for prolonged periods ever again.

Eating 

I don’t know where I stand on this one. On the plus side, we’ve been so good at obtaining, storing and optimizing food before the lockdown that I can proudly say no one has yet to suffer from deprivation of anything. We made good use of the cellar, too, so we can have a good glass of something to share when we feel like it. However, we also felt the low-level, ever-present stress of always, always thinking about our food. How much is there left? Have we used everything in the best way? What can we prepare so that no food whatsoever goes bad?

It has to be said that, no matter how good we were, we’ve had to go back to the grocery store 3 times so far in 5 weeks. It’s not that there wasn’t anything left to eat; it had more to do with the fact that we are mostly vegetarian and literally wane away without our fruits and veggies, combined with the fact that we’ve figured out a way to get to the grocery store, shop and get out with very little contact with others.

When quarantines are lifted and we can start living again, we decided we would take steps to further our autonomy in case another lockdown occurs. We’re thinking about stocks of dried food staples (rice, beans, etc.), but also home-canned meals and probably some sort of rig which would allow small-scale, year-round home farming so we can hopefully get minimal stocks of fresh produce.

Although it hasn’t been the case this time around, the current situation has also raised questions about water supplies, should the grid fail us. I have to say we would’ve been fairly prepared to face such a problem, as well as electrical power to a certain limit. I’m fairly confident that we could’ve hunkered down without power and running water for at least the same amount of time without putting our lives at risk. We would have, however, lost a huge amount of our food reserves. And probably cried our eyes out over it. 

Going out 

This one’s a toughie. Again, we’re super lucky to live in a fairly spaced-out urban neighborhood, even though we’re on Montreal island. We are in a semi-detached house with its own little fenced yard, so there really is no complaining whatsoever. Furthermore, we’ve been technically allowed outside if we respect social distancing methods. This all means that, outside of super ugly rainy days, we’ve been able to go outside for little periods. We try to take a 5k walk every day, and I go for runs when the weather’s nice. I can’t fathom what it’s like to live in a crowded apartment building with too many people inside a small space and no options to go outside. Like what a lot of our Elders are going through. It must be simply horrible. Life-draining. 

Even for us, there’s a form of wear settling in. We coexist super well in the house, everyone leaves space for others and there haven’t been many frictions, but still. No one’s talking about it, but we’re all dying to get out again and see our people, whether they are at school, work or in social scenes. These times have highlighted how much of a social creature the Human is. Again, I can’t imagine what it must be like to be stuck inside, alone, with no one to share anything with. Or, worse, to be a prisoner to a house where violence and abuse cannot be avoided. 

Helping others 

As members of society, we all bring different skills and qualities to the table. In times of crisis, there seems to be a natural calling to go out and help others in any capacity we have. I, for one, am an emergency response logistics manager; I’ve been taught a lot of very useful things to be a helping hand in a dire situation. My girlfriend was trained in psycho-social assistance, and could be a tremendous asset in many places where distressed people need some help. Same goes for a lot of us, in different capacities.

But there’s a problem with this pandemic. We can’t go out and help. We’re going through pretty much the only situation where all the skills I’ve learned can’t be put to use. Even if I could just drop everything and join a response team, I wouldn’t be allowed in groups of people because of propagation dynamics. The only help we can bring is staying home and staying put. I wrote about this before, but this is literally eating away at my sense of civic duty and my need to feel useful. And I know I’m not alone.

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So, where does that leave us? Frankly, I don’t know. The only certainty I have, right now, is that I need to re-think large swaths of my habits and perspectives. I need to find ways to further be prepared for similar events in the future.

When doors re-open and we get to sit down together again, I will be one of the ones asking big questions and proposing changes. Because we could be better prepared. But also because it is our duty to learn, to evolve and to better ourselves in the light of new experiences.



April 8, 2020

Health in Crisis

It’s a little past week 3 of confinement, here in Montreal. Time has ground to a halt. Everyone tries to create or maintain a bit of a daily routine to avoid going nuts. My family is doing great and I’m super proud that everyone is making noticeable efforts to maintain the peace and coexist in harmony.

Still, we’re in the middle of a real, textbook crisis.

Around us, the news is bleak. Tens of thousands of Humans have died around the world, and with Africa now showing signs of an early flare, things are only going to get much, much worse. We wake up every day wondering about our elders and close ones, our faraway friends, our family, fearing that we could get terrible news at any point, coming from anyone. We live a slow, low-level, hard-to-pinpoint but constant stress situation that took a long time for me to sink in. 

A ton of things we took for granted now feel like distant memories. I found myself longing, at the brink of tears, for an outing at the fresh food market with my girlfriend, a foodie’s ritual we’d developed together on weekends or nights when the kids aren’t around. We just go there and wander around the local shops, picking out cheeses, wines, awesome vegetables or fresh pasta. We smile at the people and thank them for their beautiful products. Then we hurry back home to invent some crazy good recipe and we just, simply, enjoy life. This, to me, is a true piece of happiness. 

I also felt lost, not two days ago, when I realized there was a hole in my soul where the Forest used to be. Tearing me away from Nature is probably, all things obviously considered, one of the worst tortures you can put me under. The trails and mountains have been my cure, my refuge and my sanctuary for enough years now that they are fully integrated into who I am. And now I find that the former simplest of things, going for a trail run, is an unaffordable luxury and an unacceptable risk to my fellow people. Again, slow devastation.

So globally, this is a crisis of health. But for little me, who’s lucky enough to be away enough and prepared enough and safe enough that COVID is mostly a daily background flow of bad news, this is turning into another kind of health crisis. A mental one. 

I think I can say I’m a fairly stable dude. I’m nothing out of the ordinary, just a normal guy with a good life, grateful, happy and surrounded with love. I live by a few basic principles. We are all One. Be nice (or go home). Run Free. Go with the flow. 

I deal with what life brings.

These past couple weeks, though, life has brought something that’s new to me. Something I don’t quite have the tools to deal with, right off the bat. Something that affects my core values and principles. Something I have to learn to live with. A shadow in my mind.

Life has brought anxiety. 

I’m a bit of an old-school guy. I have these ideas about protecting the ones I love, about showing a good example and about being there when others need help. It’s just who I am. I feel the best about myself when I can do these 3 things. They’re a compass of sorts, which guides my opinions, my decisions and my actions. 

In the midst of the COVID crisis, all 3 are out the window. I can’t protect anyone, aside from staying recluse and hoping for the best. The only example I can set is staying recluse and hoping for the best. And I can’t run out and go help others who need it, because the only competence I seem to have right now is my ability to stay recluse and hope for the best.

Slowly, as the days crawled by, an annoying little sentiment has crept into my spirit. It’s a slow realization that I am of no use, right now. I am an immunity sitting duck, nervously swimming around with my little homebound flock, trying to look like I know what I’m doing while I’m hoping for the best. I feel terrible.

None of my qualities, qualifications or capabilities matter right now. My best shot at saving people is staying on my worried ass, writing about my own little anxiety. And that last phrase best sums what further worsens my state of mind; I feel ridiculous.

So I strip of any pride or façade, and I show it like it is. I’m anxious. Nervous. Irritable. Antsy. Worried. I don’t sleep that well. And I’m a little angry at myself. I wish I could do something awesome and save some people from getting sick, or help out in a super-significant way. Mean something when things are dire. But I can’t. Not at this scale, not now.

So... I try to act at another scale. I fix little things around the house. I cook. I tidy up the yard. I try to do my part with the dishes and the other home things. When I feel I’m about to get into other people’s hair, I go away, put some music in the headphones and be quiet for a while. I tell my people I love them and never hold back a hug. I ask how they are, and listen to their answer. I take long, solitary walks with the woman I love. We share how we feel, good or bad. We talk. And things are always better.

I’m slowly discovering that I can keep my anxiety at bay by shedding light on it. I don’t keep it to myself. I don’t act like it’s not there and that everything is all right. I simply talk about it and let others know how I feel.

I’m letting you, my friend, know how I feel. 


And suddenly, things are a little better.



April 5, 2020

How are you?

I’m asking this because I’m worried. I’m worried about you, about me and about all of us.

Only a couple weeks ago life, as already weird and hectic as it was, was seemingly going on. We were waking up to go to work, commuting, grabbing an on-the-go coffee that I now miss so very much. We were worrying about our income tax reports needing to be filed, or deadlines, or incoming exams or meetings we thought were so important.

As I sit here writing this, I just finished a conversation with my girlfriend about whether we had enough food to go through the next 2 weeks of quarantine, and which low-infection-risk-strategy we would use when, invariably, the time would come to go out and replenish our supplies.

We’ve been living in confinement for a little over 3 weeks.

Reading this last phrase makes me feel so ridiculous, so vain, in the face of the hundreds of thousands who’ve gone through years of war, living in the ruins of what life was before. But reality remains; I’ve never had to live recluse, separated from others and away from “active life”. Every single day for the past couple weeks, I’ve spent my time doing petty things in and around the house, and I’ve not gone anywhere or done anything.

Still, I scoff at my self-pity; I’ve still managed a carefully-choreographed run in the backstreets of the neighborhood every other day or so, marveling in disbelief that I now had to make mental 3-D maps to ensure I avoided any contact with a fellow Human in a range of 6-8 feet. “Crazy days”, I think to myself, every single time.

Even more depressing is, I should cherish these now-times when we are still somewhat allowed outside, provided we respect “social distancing”, two words I’d never thought could be used together before. Because it seems pretty obvious that, in a couple of days, we will have to deal with much stricter rules and function in a dystopian police-state reality, stemming from the fact that some among us can’t get it into their thick heads that, maybe for the first time in our lives, we have to restrain our own freedoms so that all, or rather the most of us, can go on living.

Because that’s how things are, right now. People are dying. By the thousands. Our Elders are at very high risk, followed by those among us who are weakened or sick. Still, if you’re a strong, healthy person unlucky enough to get infected, you stand a chance of ending up strapped on to a respirator in an intensive care ward to try and save your life.

I’m not telling you anything you don’t know, right now, I know. But somehow, writing things down helps me process the whole situation. And maybe sharing with you is what I need the most. I hope you need it too, I hope this maybe helps.

So here you have it. After years away from my keyboard, I’ve decided to write again.

I don’t pretend to be any better than anyone else at this quarantine thing. I’m not trying to preach, or to get some sort of social message across. I’m just reaching out to you, wherever you may be.

I genuinely want to know.

I want to make sure.


Tell me, how are you, my friend?







November 6, 2017

Adventure : Barbados



We had a really crappy summer up here in Quebec, one of the worst I recall in recent years. It rained all the time, we had almost no sunshine and the number of weekends lost to bad weather still makes me cringe.

While hiking the Katahdin range with The Dragonfly at the end of September, under yet another  cold and rainy sky, she lost her usual positivity. “I’ve had it”, she said. “Let’s go somewhere sunny for our October vacation”. The original plan to run Javelina Jundred took a quick 180 and, a couple hours later, we were booked for Barbados.

We opted for a flight-and-accomodation package, because we’re not much the all-inclusive types and we like to support the local economy when we travel. We chose The Meridian Inn (http://www.meridianinn.com/) , a cute, clean local little hotel by Dover Beach in Christchurch, in a spot called the St-Lawrence Gap.

Barbados' famous ZR "buses"
From the moment we exited the airport, we loved the vibe of Barbados. Instead of taking a taxi, we walked a couple hundred yards to a local bus stop where we were picked up by a “ZR”, a variable-capacity van usually packed to the brim with locals going about their day. They unceremoniously made a little room for us and our backpacks, charged us the mandatory dollar and kept going along one of the regional routes to the happy tunes of local reggae bands blaring out the radio. The sun was shining, the day was beautiful and we grinned in delight from ear to ear.

The Meridian was easily reached and gave us a warm welcome. They even switched our room to a little penthouse apartment at no cost. We had an awesome rooftop terrace of our own with an ocean view, and the friendly staff made us feel right at home.

Barbados has truly outstanding beaches, and Dover Beach is no exception. Amazing fine sand, warm waters and steady rolling waves make the country a paradise for all water sports. Needless to say, we were really happy we had brought our snorkeling kits, and quickly decided we wanted to go diving, too.

The Dragonfly and I, swimming with the fish
We took a trip with Eco Dive Barbados, a locally-owned shop focused on the preservation of marine life and the promotion of sustainable diving practices. No fish-feeding here, that’s for sure! It was really cool to meet and share the passion of enthusiastic divers who care for nature. Dive master Andrew and our captain Mikey quickly made it clear that they favor slow, calm diving with as little movement as possible to truly enjoy what reef life is like. They took us to one of their favorite spots with abundant marine life and we enjoyed exploring a reef and a couple shipwrecks sitting in Carlisle Bay Marine Park. It was all I love about scuba diving.


Wonderful Crane Beach on an amazing day
We met wonderful people during the trip, one of which turned out to be both a local Bajan (what Barbadians call themselves) and a Montrealer. Our new friend Rudy took us for a little road trip around the island and showed us a few amazing spots like Crane Beach, with its amazing cavern, and Bathsheba, a gorgeous piece of paradise up in the Northeast. We got to meet his 96-year-old mother, a lovely lady who still lives in the house where Rudy grew up.

Going out and about is simple in Barbados; they have an extensive public transport service which is very easy to navigate. You can choose between the bigger, government-run buses which go along the main routes, or simply walk along pretty much any street and wait for the colorful horn tone of a ZR van (I swear each one has their own!), wave your hand and ask the driver or their helper if your destination is on their way. Yes? You hop in. No? You wait another couple minutes and you find one going the right way. Simple as that.


We took advantage of the easy transport system and visited spots all over the island :


Animal Flower Cave, view from the cliff top
Animal Flower Cave, at the northern tip, is a nice scenic bus ride but not worth the asking entry price. If you go, just walk around the park area, where the panorama overlooking the caves is quite stunning.


Orchid World is a real treat
Orchid World was a lovely experience, with its thousand exotic flowers and plants.



Charming Bridgetown
A walk around Bridgetown is kind of a must, although that’s where most of the cruise crowd hangs out, so usually this is not where you’ll find me.



The Carlisle Bay beach
The surrounding Carlisle Bay is gorgeous, the beach is impeccable and the scene is quite festive!



Running in Barbados...
Mind the inverted traffic!
If you plan on running in Barbados, well, let’s just say it’s far from ideal. The sidewalks are kind of random and the traffic is very dense, with vehicles whooshing close by in a cone of diesel fumes. Drivers are very polite and will make way for you, but too often there’s just not enough space for everybody.

Beach running, at least along the southwest coast, isn’t easy either because most beaches are along relatively small coves, separated either by cliffs or large lava rock wave breakers, so most beaches aren’t interconnected. There is a lovely seaside boardwalk in Hastings, but it’s not even a mile long. Barbados is a paradise for many things, but sadly running doesn’t seem to be one.

Although everything isn’t perfect in Barbados, it’s an awesome country filled with cool, nice people and gorgeous views. I loved the general attitude of the people and the ease and safety of going around. The island is blessed with some of the dreamiest beaches I have ever seen and has a lot more to offer visitors than just an ocean swim and a tanning spree.


Julie taking a picture of me taking a picture of Rudy

The week went by too fast for us and we would have loved to stay longer and enjoy more of what Barbados has to offer. Among others, I would’ve really liked to visit one of the artisanal rum distilleries and spend some more time diving various sites along the coastline.

Barbados has reconciled me with the Caribbean, by showing me it’s possible to travel outside of the ubiquitous all-inclusive package deals and enjoy an up-close encounter with a friendly population whose standard of life seems pretty good, all the while feeling welcome and relaxed. Barbados is a picture-pretty island where adventure and relaxation can go hand-in-hand; it was the perfect place for us to go recharge our batteries, enjoy some off-time and meet some friendly new faces. It was a lovely, lovely adventure!


October 23, 2017

Review : TomTom Spark 3




  • Type : GPS / HRM
  • Use : Running, cycling, hiking
  • Price : $200




Intro

I’m of the “Run Free” style and usually don’t use a GPS watch, but some of my activities (like a cycling class that required heart rate monitoring) required that I got one. So I went to the Internet and started looking up Garmin models, and rapidly gasped at the high prices these little devices fetch nowadays. I didn’t want to spend so much on a running GPS, so I started looking for alternatives.

I knew TomTom because it’s the brand of my truck’s GPS and, although it had its pros and cons, it was an inexpensive device that worked fairly well. I figured their watches must be more or less on par with that performance. I read reviews, most of which sounded enthusiastic, and I got convinced that at $200, I probably wouldn’t find anything better. So I bought one.

Real-life test
I received my watch in April. It set me back almost $250 with the purchase of the HRM strap. My first use for it was my spinning class and the HRM performed as expected. I liked that I could wear the Spark 3 as a daily watch too, and needed only to recharge it every 5 or 6 days.

When I started wearing it for running and used the GPS function, I compared the results I was getting with The Dragonfly, who has 2 or 3 different Garmin brand watches. We noticed significant discrepancies and it seemed that the speed accuracy of my Spark 3 was off the mark more often than not.

I’m not a numbers guy, so I honestly didn’t care so much, although I was a little disappointed that I couldn’t trust my watch for speed training, among other things. At least it seemed to get the overall distance right, so it was somewhat good enough for me.

The snap-in, snap-out system where you separate the bezel from the watch to recharge it seemed a little gimmicky, but as long as it worked, I was fine with it.

The first tear, right under the spot where the bezel
snaps in and out
Analysis
Purchasing a GPS watch means you want to get reliable information about your trainings, no matter what level you are or what your goals may be. You expect being able to snatch a GPS satellite signal quickly when coming out the door and gathering relevant information while you run.

Personally, I also expected some degree of ruggedness, considering the Spark 3 is also built with hiking and trekking features, and I never thought there would be an issue wearing it as a standard everyday watch.

The second one, which added insult to injury. This watch
is a little over 6 months old.
After only a couple months of very standard wear, my watch looks terrible. The bracelet is the worst, being torn in two different spots and about to break off completely. I also updated the firmware to try fixing the accuracy issues, to no avail. At this point, I don’t consider the data I’m getting to be relevant and I expect the band to break any day now. I’m not convinced purchasing another bracelet will be any relief, since I don’t see why it wouldn’t wear out as quickly as the original. It’s also expensive to replace and there’s no generic or third-party options, because of the snap-in system for the bezel.

Conclusion
I’m disappointed with my purchase and regret it. I’m also puzzled as to why the Spark 3 has received so many positive reviews, since I’m pretty easy to please with a GPS; it simply needs to grab the signal quickly and to tell me the speed and distance I’m going. I don’t think it’s asking too much.

High points
  • Looks good for everyday wear
  • Significantly cheaper than Garmin equivalent

Low points
  • Unreliable
  • Very poor bracelet quality
  • Disappointing overall product




September 20, 2017

Review : Merrell Trail Crusher

  • Type : Neutral
  • Use : All-terrain
  • Price : $100

Intro
A couple weeks ago, if you’d asked me whether a jack-of-all-trades, all-terrain shoe was fit for trail running, I would’ve said no with quite a bit of assurance. Pretty much any shoe of that type that I’d seen before presented the same problem; an outsole too stiff and hard, designed to resist the wear of pavement, which made it unfit for the trails, where grip is key. That was until I tried the Trail Crusher.

Merrell has been making some excellent running shoes, with models such as the Bare Access and its Trail version (probably one of the very best trail running shoes made in recent years, in my opinion). Lately, they had seemed to have gone the maximalist route, with shoe models offering more and more stack height and cushioning, as seems to be the trend these days, and which was a huge disappointment to all the neutral-type shoe enthusiasts.

Well, it seems they are back on track with the Trail Crusher, with a reasonable cushioning of 18mm to 14mm, heel to toe and a drop of 4mm which should suit a large swath of runners. Although not the lightest of shoes, they kept the weight down to a decent 12oz and the shoe does feel a little heavy when you weight it, but that feeling disappears when you actually put it on.

Road test
I started testing the Trail Crusher on asphalt, as it is my personal nemesis. The hard surface kills my knees and requires me to use more cushioning than I’d like, making my choice of road shoe even more tedious and difficult. I want nothing to have with motion control or density variations in the sole, which even further limits my choices.

The shoe felt light and nimble, and as the miles piled up, provided enough protection against shocks to make me feel comfortable for going a little longer. In fact, I started to think that the Trail Crusher, despite its name, would probably turn out to be much more of a road runner than anything else.

Trail test
Then I headed for the trails. Although admittedly they were not the most technical, they still offered some roots, uneven footing, some loose rocks and various other hazards requiring at least some level of grip and agility. I was very pleased to find out that the outsole’s design, which doesn’t really look like a hardcore nubby trail shoe, actually works really well and retains surprising proprioception for a relatively-cushioned shoe. The bubble-looking tread concept has probably been borrowed from the hiking department, as I’ve seen very similar-looking soles on Merrell products before. My only worry is how the Trail Crusher will retain its grip with the eventual wear of the oval shapes, but that remains to be seen.

Analysis
With its decent flex, reasonable weight and no-nonsense design, it seems that the Trail Crusher has successfully combined the requirements to be both a road and a trail shoe, which is quite a feat, and excellent news for budget-weary runners who enjoy a variety of terrains. Merrell’s signature wide toebox and some reinforcements at both ends of the upper complete an intelligent design and impressed me almost as much as the Bare Access model, enough so that I will be buying extra pairs just in case they would choose to stop production before my first pair wears out.

Conclusion
If you run on multiple surfaces, enjoy light neutral shoes without excessive cushioning and don’t want to own 15 different models of footwear to cover every type of terrain you run on, the Trail Crusher is an excellent contender, very well-designed and reasonably-priced. As far as all-terrains go, it doesn’t get much better than that.


High points
  • In line with Merrell’s previous designs like the Bare Access
  • Sole design actually works on all terrains
  • Pretty good pricing

Low points
  • Not sure how the grip will be when the outsole starts to wear out
  • Heel cup is surprisingly high and reaches above usual on my Achilles tendon