My friend Yashy lives in an apartment building in downtown Toronto with access to a small gym. I ran five miles this morning on the treadmill, then met up with Liz for a four mile (sorry... 6 kilometer) run with the Running Room crew at 6:45. It was very cold and it rained the whole time. City running, with its constant stop-and-go pace can be frustrating, but soon enough it was over and time to take pictures.
Me: We just ran in the rain - we have to look hardcore.
Liz: I want a picture of me beating a Boston Qualifier!
Guy taking the picture: I don't know how to properly frame a shot!
Apparently this is my interpretation of "hardcore" |
The crew then adjourned to a local sports bar to watch the Vancouver Canucks lose to the Chicago Blackhawks on a tv the size of a movie screen.
I drank Canadian beer and ate the Canadian burger, eh. No seriously, that's what the menu called it.
Canada rocks.
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