Though this may be odd for an old school punk rock kid to admit, but I like Michael Jackson. Specifically, I like roughly half of "Off The Wall", "Thriller" and "Bad". Because of this, I currently have one of the MJ "Greatest Hits" albums on my Ipod. It's got all the good stuff, but it's got a lot of the bad stuff too. I was in the gym yesterday and had my Ipod on shuffle. And when the Michael Jackson/Paul McCartney duet "The Girl Is Mine" came on (which is not only the worst Michael Jackson song ever, but quite possibly one of the worst songs in the Universe), I did what almost no one who dislikes this song as much as I do would do - I took a picture.
Like most people would have, I should have just hit the "skip" button - the next song was "Melody Lee" from The Damned, which is a fantastic track. But instead, I decided I needed visual proof that I could keep it together even when listening to bad music. As you can see, I look the same. Maybe even tougher than usual. And the dog-gone girl is mine.
That's how I roll in Vancouver.
This has been a great trip. When I'm here, I go into running mode, because Vancouver is such a great running city. Basically, anywhere there is water, there is sea wall. And since there is plenty of water, there is plenty of sea wall. That means there are miles and miles of uninterrupted, traffic free running. That'll do.
I'm staying in the Yaletown neighborhood about 2 blocks from False Creek. From the end of Davie Avenue I can pick up the sea wall and essentially start running as far as I want. Yesterday, I got in a quick 5 miles first thing in the morning. Earlier this evening I went on an epic 10 1/2 mile run that included a lap around Stanley Park. Regular readers will remember that I ranked Stanley Park as the best run I've ever done in a post last week.
Once again, Stanley Park did not disappoint. The weather was damn near perfect - sunny and mild with a light breeze blowing in from Burrard Inlet. This run was for me, so I went out nice and easy. To be honest I didn't really want to stop, and I actually should have kept going.
This trip leaves no doubt in my mind that Vancouver is the PREMIERE city for runners. If The Road had "Best Of" awards, Vancouver would hands down be the winner in the running category.
I fly home tomorrow evening. And oh yeah, I got everything else I needed to get done sorted out. But talking about it wouldn't make for interesting writing, so that's it for now.