The Daily EO: November 8th, 2012

God, I hate running on treadmills.  The sheer boredom of it makes me avoid it.  Yet to head to the streets and run through downtown Vancouver at 6:30 am isn’t going to happen for several reasons.  First, I’m scared of that, and well, it’s too far.  So, I find myself climbing the 2 flights of stairs to get to the building gym discovering that the hill training in Huntsville has spoiled me.  I could run and make no concern about incline, speed, just try to run as far as I could without stopping in the trees, sun and the hills.

I try all sorts of games – think about something else.  Do 10% incline, then 6.0 speed.  Do Sprints, do walking.  Think about work, think about a book.  Listen to music, listen to an audio book.  Something – anything! – to take my mind off how many minutes I have left.

But who am I kidding?  In Huntsville by now, I would be running around the 200 m indoor track complaining to you that I couldn’t possibly go around the same track yet again without falling over.  The snow bluffs make is hard and dangerous to run, so I’d be inside either way.

And this leads me to the human condition.  My gym is well equipped with maintained equipment.  It looks over the Vancouver Harbour off of the 43rd floor.  The walls are floor to ceiling glass and the cardio machines are positioned to look out the windows.

I’m bored looking at this?

November 8th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Ho-hum.  Another day with a million dollar treadmill view.

 

The Daily EO: September 20th, 2012

It was a pretty crappy ad as ads go.  No pictures, no great use of punctuation, poor description.  Normally, sending up red flags about reliability and credibility, I wouldn’t have responded to it.  I was high from my urban experience at Salt, and feeling risky, and that I needed to look deeper to find a place.

So as we sat and chatted around the kitchen table, I send a quick e-mail.  I didn’t even tell Emile.  I got a response quickly – in about half an hour I got a no salutation, no capital, no paragraph, ramble of an email.  I almost wrote it off as someone I wouldn’t trust to rent from.

But I googled the cell phone and email address and found that it was a real estate agent.  Okay.  Hmm.  I answered, and I got another quick reply.  With 3 or 4 exchanges we made an appointment to view the apartment the next day.

We walked the area and noted all the shops within the building – pub, grocery store, drug store, bank.  And the area – great restaurants, shops, boutiques.  Walking distance to Emile’s work.

The sky was pink from the evening sun and people bustled around returning from work.

The agent arrived and we made our way up to the 41st floor to one of the penthouse suites.  We opened the door and found ourselves in what could only be described as our new apartment.  The view stretching across the living area and two bedrooms.

September 20th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Finding our spot in Gastown.

41st Floor, North View across the water, 2 bedroom, 2 full bath, ~930 square feet, immediate occupency.