It was another beach day yesterday. I finally have more of a tan than my father, which is unheard of. The feel of salt water then sun on my skin is therapeutic. Throw in a good book, some company and a bit of grub (and the sweet smell of seaweed!) and I’m in heaven. It was even at a point when coworkers ask me if I’m at the beach when they phone to switch shifts (I usually am). This is one of the major reasons why I feel that once I graduate, I need to leave my great Canada for a few years. I want to move somewhere where it doesn’t snow. Nay, I need to.

I decided that I’m going to train for a half-marathon (Legs For Literacy). I can see a lot of progress in my training. A few weeks ago, I was completely dead after running 5 km. But in in the past five days I’ve run 10 km three times. I’m going to keep training all sorts of distances, short and long. I ordered a sexy pair of running shoes and now I’m hearing about the weird things about running. I was told to put band-aids on my nipples to keep them from bleeding from the shirt friction (holy shit), that my toenails may go black and fall off, and that I’ll destroy my knees. Awesome, eh? Maybe I’ll just call it a day after I pull off a full marathon in a few years…

My new day job is going very well so far. I’m learning lots every day, and I have lots of flexibility. I’m working on a particular kind of heat recovery ventilator my employer would like to sell. It’s great, because I can ask for something as utterly daft as yesterday off to go to the beach. These guys pay me well though, so I still want to make them happy.

I had a great pair of Couchsurfers over last night. Originally from Switzerland, they are both PhD students in Montreal taking a trip around the East Coast. We had fish for supper last night and took a lovely drive around the area. I’m pretty sure they left with a good impression. Bonus: They left me some Swiss chocolate! I would really hope to meet them again, in their innocent and utter geekyness.

Yeah, summer rocks. Pura Vida, mae.