It was pleasing to find a similar bronze statue at Simon Fraser University in the fall. As SFU is Terry's alma matter, he was a Kinesiology student, it is not surprising to see his likeness posed in mid step-hop, presiding over one of the many quads that make up the mountain-top campus. And so, as I was laying on the floor outside the office in our suite, a day that never seemed to end coming to an end, I laid out my run route. I would once again run to Terry.
Getting to Terry is not a big deal. While it is not a recovery run anymore, he stands only 9k from our place. The only issue is that about 3k of that 9k is running up Burnaby Mountain. I had previously run halfway up the "Mountain" in the winter, but this time, with all the uphill running I have been doing recently, I decided that I getting to Terry would have more of a training effect than it did Victoria. I had to earn my visit with my hero.
Comfortably Numb was still sitting in my legs, so the first part of the run felt a little rough, but after about 20 minutes (and a well placed port-a-potty) I started to feel good. The climb was steady, not fast but strong, and not once did I feel bad or struggle. I can't imagine what I would have thought about that climb a year ago. Living on this side of the water has definitely changed my view of what constitutes a big hill.
I finished the climb running through a few quads and a bunch of stairs. I found Terry, frozen and stoic. I approached him, rubbed his much lower than Victoria left foot, said a word of thanks to whoever is responsible for me having the opportunity to run a 3k hill, and turned home.
I arrived home feeling much better. My day had ended with me bathed in sunshine and sweat.