You may have heard that Haile Gebrselassie, of Ethiopia, broke the marathon world record in Berlin on Sunday.

You may have heard that Haile Gebrselassie, of Ethiopia, broke the marathon world record in Berlin on Sunday.
The overwhelming majority of my weekend was spent in a classroom... It has been some time since I flexed my scholastic muscles and I won't lie that it was quite grueling to sit there for a day-and-a-half. The final result is that I am an accredited Triathlon Community Coach.
Sometimes they drive us crazy.... but when you see your 3 year old daughter teetering around the kitchen trying to carry a stool and a book, setting up in front of her brother, and reading Good Night Moon to him it makes it all worthwhile.
It's been a hectic few days since I returned from Ottawa.
I was explaining to a friend from I.F. the other day how losing my leg was like a gift. Odd, I know. Admittedly, not the kind of gift you ask for at Christmas... but let me explain.
Last weekend I was given the opportunity to address injured soldiers from the Canadian and U.S. Armed Forces. The occasion was the first annual Army Run in Ottawa, and my mission was to provide some motivation and inspiration for a group of men (and a few women too) who have seen what hell looks like and want to book a seat on the next Air Force transport back there.
The story of how an individual winds up missing a limb, or blind, or otherwise "disabled" is usually not a pretty one, I have heard many different tragic tales and I have my own, which I have told a thousand times.... but this was a room filled with some stories that made me feel like a rookie on the first day of training camp. In my preparation for the talk I sometimes wondered how the victim of a suicide bomber, insurgent attack or roadside bomb would relate to a guy who lost his leg touring San Francisco with his college sweetheart. Would we be speaking the same language?
Perhaps in response to this concern, the Armed Forces had provided an interpreter for the event. I couldn't help but imagine her interpreting my words like this:
ME: "Hi there, my name is Meyrick"
I got back from Ottawa this evening.
For about a week now the certificates from the Terry Fox Run have been sitting beside the computer. Every time I sit down I read the quote... Eventally I realized that I actually knew very little about Terry and the Marathon of Hope. With my trip coming up (and 53 injured soldiers to motivate) I did a little brushing up on Terry this week - I got really into it.
I leave for the nation's capital tomorrow. The photo of Ottawa above is by Tennerka - she has an amazing number of beautiful shots on Flickr. Check them out HERE.
Yesterday Rob and I hit the trails at the Capilano River Park.
About 20 of us tackled the West Vancouver Terry Fox Run this morning under sunny skies. It was a lot of fun to mix different groups of our friends together out there.
People chose their own distance - 2 or 5 km - and we went for it. Mattias dug deep and turned in an excellent performance in the 5km event (his longest official event thus far.)
The West Vancouver Soccer Club started up today with action at the Hugo Ray field at 9:30am... The Red Dragons, Mattias' team, were ready to rock as evidenced by the fact that I barely had time to park the car before Mattias had slotted his first goal of the season with a shot just inside the near post of the green team's net.
We all know the Paralympics are full of athletes with amazing stories of perseverance and determination yada yada yada.... Often the athletes' "stories" become the story that gets reported - not their performance.
Wow. That didn't take very long!
Last night Tony, Andrea and I rollerskied around Stanley Park.
I was shocked the other day when it became public that Lance Armstrong would try for an 8th yellow jersey.
At the best of times compromising is somewhat irritating... In most cases I would rather just get what I want.
I only took a few of the Coho Run as my hands were full with three kids... and of the few I took this was the only one worth sharing. Sacha (in yellow) and Mel (in black) look pretty fresh at about the 5 - 6 km mark.
OK. I have finally finished uploading all the photos from the weekend. It is kind of laborious work but far better than how it would have played out only a few short years ago....
Cast your mind back 10 years....
1998 = Start up the car. Drive to London Drugs with 8 rolls of film. Drop off. Drive home. Wait a day or two. Drive back. Realize you forgot the damn keychain discount thing so fork over $50 and pick up an 8lb bag of photos. Eagerly flip through the results of your efforts and realize that 90% of them suck. Go back and order doubles of the 20 decent shots. Throw the rest in the garbage to await transfer to the nearest landfill where they will reside for the next 3000 years. Drive home. Put photos in a drawer and forget them forever (unless married in which case there is a 10% chance they will be album-ified.)
2008 = sit at your computer for a few hours organizing, uploading, editing, arranging etc. Only had to swear a few times when the uploads to Flickr mysteriously got interrupted. Distrubute to all friends with a few clicks of the mouse. Post on blog and show the world. Nice.
So the next time you are about to complain about gas prices escalating remember: you're saving on photo finishing. It helps. A bit.
Without further ado.... HERE is the link to my IFCP Adventure Challenge Flickr page with 178 photos for your perusal.
A couple of favourites: