It was a misty wet morning in Vancouver for the marathon. After a tough swim workout, I jetted down to the course in my car. My plan was do my Sunday run backwards and cheer for folks along the course. In particular, I was looking for my Mum (doing her first half marathon) and my friend June (trying to qualify for Boston). After ditching my car, I ran over the Burrard Street bridge looking out for June. She was looking good coming up to the bridge on her way out to UBC. I could see it was a good day because she was running just a couple of minutes behind the 3:45 pace bunny.

I then ran briskly out to Stanley Park to see if I could catch my Mum. She was racewalking up a storm and so she was probably heading home under the bridge just as I headed out to the Park. You can see from the happy finish line picture that Mum and the racewalkers had a fantastic time. She was “over the moon” when Continue reading →