And for a brief moment tonight, at the apex, the pinnacle, the zenith of my run, and only for perhaps for 200 meters, I was running above the inversion-induced fog that has plagued the jewel of Canada’s West Coast for the past few days. I felt as though I were a god, rising up Mount Olympus to claim my right. And then I ran downhill, back into the thick mists of a temperate rain forest, back down to being a mere man, a runner..
For 200 meters, I was immortal. And I was fast. Then it all returned to me, the route, and the pace.
Of course, maybe I wasn’t a god. Maybe I was smelling the blood of an Englishman, fo fum. Either way, it was exhilarating being just above that thick cloud that has blanketed us recently.