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    Getting the Right Equipment


    Yesterday I went running for the first time since the Winterman half-marathon. It was sunny, -15, and there was a sharp wind. The wind was severe enough that, very shortly after my run, I went and bought myself a brand new neck-warmer.

    My run yesterday made me think about all the gear I own as a runner. It is a ridiculous amount of equipment, and I never expected that I would be stocking up on so much stuff when I started this new hobby.

    When I started running, I imagined that it would be an inexpensive hobby, a cheap way to pass the time and stay in shape! I started running with little more than a pair of shoes, shorts, and a T-shirt. What more could a runner possibly need? I was so naïve.

    I did not just go buy equipment willy-nilly, however. Being a bit of a spendthrift (actually, I prefer the term ‘fiscal conservative’), I only bought equipment when I actually needed it. Like yesterday, I only bought my neck-warmer after a windy run that was particularly punishing on my exposed neck.

    In fact, all the equipment, clothing, or gear I own represents some sort of painful experience that immediately preceded the purchasing of said equipment. Each piece of running gear that I put on my person represents a painful running episode that I would rather forget.

    • My neck-warmer represents my regret at having run head-first into -21 windchill.
    • My double-layered athletic socks represent a particularly nasty set of blisters.
    • My thermal toque represents a head cold that I would rather forget.
    • My jogging pants remind me of the time that my legs seized up most uncomfortably.
    • I wear gloves so that the time I was unable to hold a pen for a day and a half is never repeated.
    • My thermal shirt and wind-proof shell represent a state of being that, if it wasn’t hypothermia, was dastardly close.
    • My anti-chafing product is a direct legacy of some serious pain that I first experienced during the back half of the Festival City 10K.
    • And my thermal undershorts are a reminder of one winter run where the name “Crawford” almost disappeared from the face of the earth.

    The point is, I have spent a lot of money on getting the appropriate running gear. I do not regret a single penny of it.

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    A new runner, 24-year-old Dennis recently participated in the 10k Festival City Run in Stratford, ON. While the distance seemed rather long (“First, let me just point out that 10 kilometres is 10,000 metres.”) and his chest felt “like a volcano” at the end of the race, he maintains that he actually enjoyed his first-ever, long-distance run. When he’s not working on Parliament Hill, Dennis is now busy training for the Ottawa Marathon – an ambitious goal for a newbie. He has even joined the ranks of those “crazy” and “insane” people who bundle up to run in sub-zero temperatures. Now that’s dedication!