Day Seven Of Concussed State.
Status:
400mgs Ibuprofen every 4 hours.
Outstanding Improvements Over The Past 48 Hours.
Thankfully and Finally Out & About….
While I still hold out hope that my health and head will be in perfect form and shape to run the Vancouver Marathon in May, I joined the masses, along with my talented sidekick, kk, for inspiration and admiration at the Vancouver Sun Run, as these athletes did their thing in the glorious Vangroovy morning sunshine.

I am finally feeling a tad more Megan-esque today and able to write and stare at this screen for a bit to compose. Awoke with a dull version of the roaring headache I have felt in days past – a great thing. Saw another doc yesterday: all is well and will be with the head. Now I am just dealing with whiplash symptoms. I'm young, fit, healthy and will bounce back in no time now. And I do have lovely and supportive friends that have all been checking in on me and stopping by continuously to help out, cook, hang out, bring me flowers, walk me around the block… I am well looked after indeed. And I think that vacant look in my eyes is starting to subside. The best news I've heard in days: I won my hockey pool. Things are turning around.

I ran for 3 hours yesterday. I am in a bit of a shock ‘n awe state, and the best part is: I really don’t feel too much pain today. That was my last long run before the big 42k on May 7th. Did my new “usual”: Burrard to the water, around the park seawall and back, but I ran around the seawall TWICE to get in the right distance and time. Crazy, but all was grand. Perfect running weather helped:overcast, 10 degrees, no wind. Big thank-you’s goin out to Eddie, J5, BlackEyedPeas, Stars, Metric, Radiohead, Killers, ArcadeFire, WolfParade, BeGoodTanyas, Spearhead… for gettin me through.

T-minus 21 days. Yikes.

Yes, while it is sad the Nuckers couldn't quite pull it out in the end, this day marks a sadness for me that far outweighs the lack of playoff hockey buzz this town will miss out on in the coming weeks: now there's zero chance of having my dad in town. Perhaps I am indeed too far away from my homeland… oh, the pangs, the pangs….

Ah yes… G. Love really did say it right.

Fantastic show, fantastic band. A little impromptu night out for Meg (I was wearing my rain galoshes, which I enjoy a lot, and my brother's oversized, very large rain coat) when I decided to hop on down to the Commodore to check this band out. (I haven't missed a week at this joint in about 7 weeks – I really meant it when I said I'd take advantage of being back in Van and see as much live music as possible). I was also being summoned from several directions to get my arse down there fast, so I did. And sadly, the show was sold out, BUT WAIT! This lovely girl appeared out of the abyss and handed me a ticket and said, "You can just have this one". Um, wow? My concert guardian angel. Good fortune is on my side. This luck just keeps on a-comin'. So I bought the lovely lady a g&t once on the inside.

What a show. What a CUTE man. What a band. What music. The perfect blend of hip-hop, blues, rap, rock, groove – love it. Who knew? Sorry no pic of mine to go along with this one. Coming soon. Check out some tunes and vids.

Go indulge. Have a listen to a little G. Love.

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And I’m choked about it.
Just played my first match of the season, tennis, that is, with my best pal Kel. My new league has commenced. I have to admit, I haven’t really played a whole hell of a lot over the last 7-8 months, with the whole changing of cities, travelling a lot, being transient and unsettled, and the life situation overall. Prior to that, I played at a club in the Toon last summer, but had not touched the sport competitively in about a decade before that. I am happy to brag that in SK, I was undefeated with my stellar and fabulous partner Lil. So yesterday’s loss of 6-1, 6-0 was a SHOCK! And I’m mad. And disappointed. Boo. I haven’t lost like that since I was, oh, I dunno, 7 years old or somethin, when I couldn’t even keep score or barely hold a bloody racquet.
Where’s my head?

So I'm comfortably sitting in my new office, here at Raincity Studios, surrounded by oodles of fabulous natural light pouring in from the large, old windows in this beautiful, historic building, The Seymour Building (the original) in downtown Vancouver, and I look to my right and see a slice of Coal Harbour and the snowcapped North Shore mountains, while the wall directly behind me is a wideshot of an east-facing view of the downtown. And while I work blogging, writing, learning and opening my mind to geekery, over the dull roar of the city buzz below, I listen to the musical cries of the seagulls…