My watch said I overdid it, all but calling me dumb.
So today I am mostly taking it easy, but here are a few more shots of Still Creek I took yesterday after overdoing it. Conveniently, my run ends right about where Still Creek is at its most photogenic.
All shot on my not-decrepit Samsung Galaxy S26.
Yes, I finally went through my photos!
June 27:
July 4:
I headed out a bit later than usual, under cloudy skies and pretty much no wind at all (which would have actually been nice later in the run).
I was somewhat surprised when my 4 km walk to the lake was categorized by my Garmin Forerunner as “unproductive”, which a site describes thusly:
Load is elevated, but VO2 max is flat or declining. Consistent with accumulated fatigue or insufficient recovery between sessions.
It’s been three days since I ran, so I’m assuming I was sufficiently recovered, and I’m just generally flabby and soft. I know this will eventually improve.
I opted to go clockwise and wanted to do my first full 5K since the surgery in May. I started out at a moderate pace of 6:17/km, then got maybe a bit too casual after that, slipping to 6:31/km. Yoinks. I actually did not feel bad, though it was humid, and I was all sweaty ‘n such. I picked up the pace for the third and fourth km, and slipped only a tad for the final stretch, during which I had to leap over four (!) large puddles on the very floody part of the trail past the rowing pavilion.
Speaking of rowing, they were having some kind of event and there were tents and people and lots of skiffs or whatever they can their boats. I also, for the first time ever, jogged past a line of porta-potties.
My overall pace was 6:24/km, which is four seconds slower than Tuesday’s run, but it was also my first 5K, so the pace seems reasonable. If I hadn’t slacked so much during the second km, it’s possible my pace would have beaten Tuesday’s. Regardless, it’s fine. I am still out of shape and performance will improve.
The right shin was very slightly tender to start, but settled down fairly quickly and did not impact my pace. Once home, it seems like I might have a Baker’s cysts behind my right knee, which would be weird given how little I’ve run since the surgery. I’ll wait and see if it still seems to be there later. It did not have any impact on my run (the knee and leg both felt fine, apart from the initial tenderness in the shin).
I also saw a turtle. Neat! But it was an invasive Red-Eared Slider, which normally live in the U.S. southeast. They have taken residence at Burnaby Lake mostly through people abandoning them as pets here. Boo for the people doing that. They generally aren’t doing damage or anything, though apparently the young might gobble up some of the food local species might eat. The native Western Painted Turtles don’t mind, though, because they apparently hang out together.
I also saw two topless joggers, one of which inevitably was wearing a heart rate monitor. The topless joggers love showing those off.
In all, I’m glad I got the 5K in and I am hoping the runs going forward are uneventful, apart from maybe seeing more topless runners. Or turtles. But not topless turtles.
Stats:
Run 1,043
Average pace: 6:24/km
Training status: Overreaching
Location: Burnaby Lake (CW)
Start: 12:01 p.m.
Distance: 5.03 km
Time: 32:10
Weather: Cloudy
Temp: 20–21°C
Humidity: 67–63%
Wind: light
BPM: 149
Weight: 169.8 pounds
Total distance to date: 7,030 km
Devices: Garmin Forerunner 265, Samsung Galaxy S26, AirPods (3rd generation)
Shoes: Scarpa Golden Gate ATR 2 (10/20/30)
Music: Shuffle play
It feels like it’s been a while since I posted ye olde shots of the river, so here’s views looking east and west.
Here you go!
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Shot on July 4 at Piper Spit. I’ve opted not to include it in the (coming soon™) gallery, but still felt it was worth putting out there.
And for the curious, here’s the original for comparison:
Two words you don’t want associated with a run, yet here we are!
I opted to run the river trail today, after missing yesterday due to strata hijinks (and stupidly hot weather) in order to get a run in before it could get too hot (the high today is supposed to be 26C, and I am missing six weeks of acclimating to the temperatures getting warmer).
There was the smell of smoke near the start of the river trail, but I don’t think it was wildfire smoke, as it seemed to diminish as I got farther down the trail.
The run started decently, or so I thought, then about halfway through the first km, I cleared my throat a bit too aggressively, which managed to apparently move phlegm into my gag reflex zone. I coughed violently three times, thought about pausing, but kept on and made a note to not aggressively clear my throat for the remainder of the run. As I neared the 1K mark, I thought to check my current stats and noticed the watch face was showing the time with a green play button superimposed over it. This is not normal. I checked, and it seemed that I had queued up the run, but someone either didn’t start it, or started it and somehow immediately paused it.
What this meant is I’d run a km and the watch hadn’t tracked any of it. I pondered what to do and just started the “official” run there, adding another 2.5 km. The good news is I had no trouble doing 3.5 km, so I’m probably ready to tackle a 5K next, assuming it’s not Africa hot or something.
This is not to say I was fast or that the run was fun (in a bun, or otherwise). I was slow, and my BPM was all the way up to 158 because of the relative heat. But I got through and a slightly stronger breeze actually felt nice.
Stats:
Run 1,042
Average pace: 6:20/km
Training status: Overreaching
Location: Brunette River Trail
Start: 10:20 a.m.
Distance: 2.51 km
Time: 15:51
Weather: Mostly sunny
Temp: 20–21°C
Humidity: 52–48%
Wind: light to moderate
BPM: 158
Weight: 168.8 pounds
Total distance to date: 7,025 km
Devices: Garmin Forerunner 265, Samsung Galaxy S26, AirPods (3rd generation)
Shoes: Scarpa Golden Gate ATR 2 (5/12/17)
Music: Shuffle play
Where: Blakeburn Lagoons Park (Port Coquitlam), Blackie Spit (Surrey), Piper Spit, Burnaby Lake (Burnaby)
Weather: Mostly sunny, 17–20°C
In which I wore sunblock and did not get roasted.
We returned to Blakeburn to take in the baby Grebes again and this time we arrived in the morning, which was apparently nap time, because all the waterfowl, Mallards, and Grebes alike, were mostly dozing. But after a short time they started stirring and soon enough the Grebelings began chasing a parent, desperate for food. We observed one getting a big ol’ fishy from the parent and watched as it horked it down in about three gulps.
We also saw a heron–but not a green one, just the great blue kind. It flew right past in front of us. I got a blurry action shot.
Elsewhere around the lagoon, we spied a Northern Flicker, a robin hanging out by a sewer grate and lots of pollinators. It was unofficial Pollinator Day.
At the second lagoon, we heard invisible frogs and once more saw a single American Coot, probably the same one we saw last week. It did a weird kind of coot bobbing thing a few times but mostly ate copious amounts of greenery, which at times looked more like something it was throwing up rather than nomming on.
In all, a nice beginning and I think I got better shots of the grebes this time, so woo for that.
We then spent 10 hours travelling south to Blackie Spit, thanks to Google Maps directing us to busy highway intersections without traffic lights and asking us to then turn left. Once there, we heard but didn’t see (or did we?) Savannah Sparrows, but we did get shots of a House Finch impersonating one. There were also a lot of sand wasps here, furiously digging burrows as they do.
We hoped for a repeat of seeing a California Scrub Jay after a guy on a scooter advised us of some in the area, but alas, we didn’t see any. We saw lots of pollinators again, though.
The tide was extremely low, which in itself made for some interesting scenery shots.
When we left, I marvelled at how my skin had not turned crimson.
We rounded out the day at Piper Spit, where the level of the lake was almost as high as the piles of seeds from all the criminal bird feeders. When not telling girls destined to be sociopaths not to kick at pigeons, we saw pigeons, blackbirds, and a Song Sparrow that kind of looked like it had exploded, but didn’t seem to mind. The ducks were mostly avoiding the pier and hanging out in Eagle Creek.
There were a lot of Canada Geese around and some of the babbies have become sullen teens with mostly adult colours and bad attitudes.
When we left, after silently cursing the people with seed, I was just grateful karma didn’t put us behind a 150-car train before we could head out.
But the weather was nice!
In all, a fine day with maybe a bit too much travelling (but no U-turns), but redeemed by all those grebes.
All photos shot with a Canon EOS R7 with 18–150 mm kit lens and 100–400 mm telephoto unless otherwise noted.
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Waterfowl and shorebirds:
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It was like I was back in 1999 again.
Why did I rip a CD? How did I do it?
I actually couldn’t remember how to do it in Windows because it had been so long. I’d used iTunes to rip most of my CD collection way back and haven’t had iTunes installed for years (and currently don’t have it installed). The first step was digging out my portable LG DVD drive, since none of my PCs have had DVD drives in them going back well over a decade now. I figured Windows Media Player (née Groove) might still support ripping CDs and it does. The process was relatively straightforward, but I had to direct it to information online to correctly tag the album, artists, and songs.
This CD ripping adventure started when I installed Deezer on my Galaxy S26, which has replaced Apple Music for me (I’ll post later about how de-Appled I am now). I prefer music to be onboard the device locally rather than chew up cell data and rely on sometimes spotty connectivity when out and aboot listening to tunes. It was when I downloaded Tales of Mystery and Imagination by The Alan Parsons Project that I remembered I’d bought the (second) CD remaster some years back and this particular edition had both the original 1987 remaster in which Parsons tweaked with some of the songs and the album fairly liberally, but also included a straight remaster of the 1976 original, altering none of the music and just cleaning up the sound quality.
Because the two versions are quite different, I wanted to go back and listen to the original again to see if I might prefer it. On Deezer this was a simple download. On the PC I use a different music program, not Deezer, so I dug out my Giant Binder of Music, found the relevant CD and let ‘er rip.
I can now listen to the original version of Tales of Mystery and Imagination at home and when on the go and in some ways, it’s better, mainly because all the new guitar bits added in the 1987 remaster feel superfluous, but I have to admit, the restored Orson Welles narration and the organ used to bridge what was once the two sides of the album into a seamless whole, both work really well.
I’m glad to have both readily available now and have even contemplated re-ripping some of my CDs at a higher bitrate now that know how to do it again. But it’s a lot of CDs and my ears are terrible, so it’s probably not worth the effort.
Probably.
So, am I fully recovered? No.
But I have recovered enough that I am pretty much back to living what passes for a normal life again, with normal sleep (finally) and all the rest. I will stop the daily entries on my post-surgery experience and only mention it when it seems relevant.
With that said, enjoy one more cat.
The bad (but not really that bad) news is I went a bit overboard on the steps today, walking so much before my run that I turned my 5K into a 2.5K (see previous running post for details) after slogging along for 16 minutes. The good news is that despite all the steps, I’m not totally exhausted or anything. During the run it was muggy, and I was slow. At one point I felt a bit of a stitch coming on, but it retreated, and I was fine.
I think I mentioned this before, but as I hit the six-week mark, I’m not feeling in any way restricted in what I can do now, but it does feel like it will be weeks yet or perhaps even months until the surgery carve-out in my chest feels normal(ish) again.
One more day before my daily post-surgery reports turn intermittent!
Here is the Six Million Dollar Man running. Today, six million dollars would buy you a bionic fingernail.
Holy cats, look at the fur. It was the ’70s, baby.
Where: DeBoville Slough, Blakeburn Lagoons Park (Port Coquitlam), Alouette River/Trans Canada Trail (Pitt Meadows)
Weather: Mostly sunny, 17-22°C
Spoiler: I forgot to wear sunscreen. I am the lobster.
We previously visited the slough in extremes of heat and cold, but today it was in the Goldilocks zone of just right, if Goldilocks was into sloughs instead of stealing porridge from bears. By the way, we did not see any bears, but we did see frequent reminders of bears along the trail, one of which Nic shot because he loves poop. Just kidding, there was a butterfly on it. I opted to go meta and took a photo of him taking a photo of the poop (with a butterfly on it).
Nic shoots the poop:
Once more, we heard yellowthroats, but never got any photos. They are as elusive as the Sasquatch, albeit a lot noisier. In general, birds were a bit tricky to shoot due to distance or foliage, but sometimes they’d sit out nicely on the topmost branch of a tree or something.
Cedar Waxwings were in relative abundance, looking snazzy and elegant as always. We watched one snatching a spider atop a tree.
Waterfowl were either tucked away among lily pads or absent, but we did spy a few Mallards and Wood Ducks.
And when there were no birds, the scenery was always gorgeous.
Second spoiler: We did not see any Green Herons. Or any other herons, actually.
But we were treated to two different families of Pied-billed Grebes, the babbies looking weird and adorable with their striking stripe-covered heads. One in particular was almost constantly glued to the parent, begging to be fed. Eventually the parent swam off and returned with a fish that wasn’t so much transferred to the baby Grebe as it was snatched so quickly the best camera EVAR would have been challenged to capture the moment. The baby immediately started begging for more.
The other Pied-billed Grebe family was tightly clustered, as were five photographers shooting them with their mega-lenses. This is how we knew something might be up–always look for The Gathering of Mega-Lenses. One of the parents dove and came up with a rather large fish that could not be swallowed up by any of the babies, so it just sort of passed it around for nibbling. At one point it dropped the fish, but after a few attempts, managed a recovery, to the delight of the insatiable babbies.
We also saw a fair number of dragonflies here and most surprisingly, in one of the lagoons, swimming near a Mallard–a lone coot! Have they returned early? Did they never really go away but just cleverly hid? Is this a rogue coot who never left? I guess we’ll know if we start seeing others. I normally haven’t observed them returning until August.
The birds were leanest along the Alouette River, but we did watch an Osprey flying down the river, looking down for yummies, and got to see horses, rustic boats and plenty of pleasant scenery. We also saw a Cybertruck, as if to remind us the world can also be cruel. This was offset by a White-crowned Sparrow singing on a post.
In all, a pleasant and step-rich day of birding, marred only by me being silly and forgetting the sunblock. I VOW TO NEVER FORGET SUNBLOCK AGAIN.
All photos shot with a Canon EOS R7 with 18–150 mm kit lens and 100-400 mm telephoto unless otherwise noted.
Sparrows and sparrow-adjacent:
Waterfowl and shorebirds:
Common:
Raptors:
Non-birds:
