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Everything taking its toll

Every now and then I need a reminder of how I’m human and not “indestructible.” Back on Wednesday I wrote about taking a long lunch break walk around downtown through a storm. I think if I’d left my acts of defiance at that I would have been OK, but no, after work I decided to make the 2.5K walk up to the station. That was my first time doing it from the new work place and I thought, “what better day to do it?” Yeah, no kidding. My feet were sliding all over the place. Past Chinatown I was starting to feel a bit fatigued. By the time I got to the station I was feeling drained. I’m sure I was covered in snow and looking quite ridiculous. The guy in the collector booth was either joking or dicking around with me–I couldn’t tell in my state. Jerk.

On Thursday, I got to go to work later in order to work on a code release. It took longer than expected, carrying us past midnight. I was at work for 13.5 hours before heading home. With the commute and all I ended up getting home at 2:30 am. Just hours later I was on my way back to work. I came in only half an hour later than my usual start time. I didn’t want having a late night to be an excuse for being too late. The whole day I had a bit of a headache and was feeling pretty languid and all. I just attributed it all to the long shift I had the night before as well as the lack of sleep.

That brings me to this morning. I got up and started to get ready for my run. However, I was feeling dizzy and warm. At first I thought I was just tired but upon further thought I realized that I was actually on the verge of becoming really sick. Running would have just made my fever worse. All of these bad situations that I’ve been putting my body through were taking a toll and I wasn’t giving it time to really recover.

I’m generally good when it comes to illness. My recuperative powers are pretty sturdy. I’ve been under the covers for a good part of today trying to sweat it out. I’m sure I’ll be fine by the next work day, but meanwhile I need to take it easy.

Contemplating the snow storm

A snow storm has settled over the city, promising about 20 cm of snow by day’s end. Driving in today was an exercise in patience. I’m still surprised at the occasional idiot driving as if it was a clear summer day out there. Traffic is already going slow; we don’t need a collision to tighten roads and make things even slower. It’s just inconsiderate.

Anyway, it’s in this weather that I decided to go for a long walk during lunch. I just wanted to get away from my desk. So, I put on my leather jacket and gloves and just decided to wander. I went west on King for a while with my jacket unzipped, but soon zipped up when I noticed just how much snow my fleece sweater was holding onto. By the time I got to Bathurst though I overheated to the point where I unzipped myself again. I had no problem toughing it out.

Without a hat, my hair was really collecting a good amount of snow. While walking up Bathurst I encountered this young guy seemed to be dressed kind of grotty in oversized street clothes. He asked for some spare change. Luckily for him I was in the mood to stop. He continued on to say that he was thirsty and wanted to buy a beer or something. Whatever. As I was fishing for change, the guy started commenting on my hair. I think words were failing him. He was telling me how my hair looked awesome with the snow in it. Apparently the snow really only collected along the front giving me this two-tone look. He said was making me look like I had white hair, but he was then quick to correct himself to say that it didn’t mean he thought I was old. Yeeeah, that smacked of a little desperation. In any case, I gave him a dollar and wished him luck.

I went up to Dundas and walked over back to Spadina and Chinatown. Each step was interesting because depending where I walked, the snow might shift or it might be hard and uneven. It was unpredictable. As I passed by, a couple of Chinese old ladies were walking past and smiling at what I’d assume was my snow-caked hair. Walking back south to my building, I noticed the majority of people bundled up with their heads covered. Some were really hunched over in an attempt to maintain some warmth. I don’t know. Too much snow isn’t a good thing because it does become stressful after a while. When we have an occasional storm like this after a period of relatively nice weather I almost feel like this something that we should “own.” Know what I mean? This type of weather is a fact of life in a place that’s blessed with four distinct seasons. The snow was beaning me in the face, and was turning my head into a snow sculpture, but I was happy.

Of course…even though I’m saying all this I’m feeling quite damp right now because all my clothes absorbed a lot of the melted snow. My socks have been laid out on top of my computer tower in an attempt to get them to dry out enough before my commute home. It’s OK. I’ll be just fine. It’s all part of the season.

Snowfall lamentations

According to the talking heads, so far this season we’ve had above average amounts of snowfall. With last night’s snowfall we’ve now had more than a metre of accumulation: 115 cm. By comparison, around this time last year we only had around ¾ of a metre. Maybe I can be forgiven then for thinking that winter’s already on its way out, seeing as how we’ve had a good chunk of white stuff already. Ha! As if.

It’s because of last night’s dumping of 15 cm that I decided to not make the trek to the Running Room for today’s run club. Luckily today was a bit of a drop back from 16K to 12K, still, I missed being out there with the group. The roads, however, weren’t plowed and the way was just plain dangerous. I didn’t want to risk getting into a collision just out of bull-headedness. I have to admit though, it was rather nice to have a relaxing Sunday morning. I haven’t had one of those in ages. I got to eat a good breakfast with the family, and recline in bed listening to Sunday morning oldies on CHFI while reading a book.

Eventually I did have to drive out there with the family. I was having a tough time getting traction without snow tires. Making turns was difficult because the car tended to slide even if I was going really slow. I was in a parking lot where some of the pathways were banked. I could feel the car sliding sideways in those areas. Craziness.

Honestly, I know that this weather is a fact of life living here. I’ve said that I don’t mind, but seriously I’m starting to get a little fatigued from the constant snow. It’s tolerable within reason, but man…we’re not even one freaking month into the season and we’re more than halfway to last year’s snow levels–and last year had one of the snowiest winters Toronto has had in decades (194 cm). Fuck fuck fuck. I’m going crazy!

The new car

Now, due to all of the weird car business that’s been going on since mid-2008, I’ve been thrust right into the process of car hunting. It took a hell of a lot of soul searching and multiple pep talks from friends and family to get to the point where I had the guts to be able to spend the money to buy a new car. The decision to buy a new car itself instead of a used vehicle was a tough one. For the longest time the thought of going new scared me because I was scared of debt. It wasn’t until I worked out the numbers multiple times that I finally settled on going with a new car. I mean, I’ve had two cars in the past–both used. Both have had issues. Fresh in my mind, of course, has been the supposed spiritual possession of my Sunfire.

So, in my mind I had two requirements in my mind: foreign and reliable. I’ve had an Oldsmobile and a Pontiac. Both were cool when they were working. Just that when they weren’t they were just a lot of trouble. I’m not against domestic cars, but I just thought I’d give a foreign car a go. As for reliability, well, I know that new vehicles aren’t prone to breaking down so quickly, but I wanted something with a proven track record. Well, given these two characteristics, my mind wandered to one car: Toyota Corolla. Other options I considered were the Honda Civic and the Mazda 3, though I admit tossing the Honda option out kind of quickly because our family has more experience with Toyota and Mazda. I leaned more toward the Toyota plainly because mom currently drives a Mazda 3.

My mom had a string of Corollas in the past. They all treated her well. As a commuter vehicle, she had no complaints about them. That’s pretty much what many people are saying on the Internet, isn’t it? Sites though were also saying that there wasn’t anything terribly inspiring about driving one around. Eh…well, it’s not like I’m going to be racing with my vehicle, right? I needed something to get from point A to point B, but I also didn’t want it to look too plain. I guess, when I spotted the Corolla with the sport trim, I decided that that was the best balance of all the things I wanted. Sure, the car isn’t truly sporty when it comes to power, but in terms look it’s pretty cool. I played around with various tools on the Toyota site to build and price a vehicle. I had a good idea of what I was gunning for. I didn’t have any intentions of going too far forward with it though. These were all just plans. As is often the case, it took a shove forward from family to actually make me go forward with the purchase.

I told my parents about my plans and they told me to go ahead with it. They reminded me of the snowstorm incident as a good reason to go ahead. Well, yeah, of course that’s a good reason. Putting everyone’s safety in jeopardy was the trigger. I guess my family just had more confidence in my financial situation than I did. Anyway, on Saturday, I was urged to header to the dealer; it really became a family event. On my insistence though, they sat behind as mere observers. I was freaking out. I just couldn’t believe how everything was unfolding so quickly. Within an hour or two, the deal was close to be closed. The one big issue that was what colour I wanted the car to be.

My mind settled on one of three choices: a metallic dark grey, a bright metallic blue, and a deep metallic red. The weather was kind of dull, so the samples they had out in the open weren’t really making much of an impression on me. I decided that the bright blue was way too flashy for someone like me. After a lot of wavering I finally decided on the dark red because I associated that with my personality type.

(Just as an aside, the Nintendo DS colour I picked was crimson red. The curtains in my room are dark red, as are my current sheets.)

Funny, it wasn’t until the salesman made this remark that I realized how flashy my choice was: “you picked a sports-like car, so you thought you might as well go with red, eh?” Uhh…maybe? Actually, no, that didn’t register at all; I just liked red. If it was a flat red like that on the Matrix, I probably wouldn’t have gone that route. However, the Corolla is a darker metallic shade. That was the clincher.

Anyway, I got a call a few days ago indicating that may car would be ready for pick up today, Friday. I just needed to get a couple of things in order. Unfortunately, due to the holidays I had to put off a lot of it until today. I was playing phone tag with multiple people today just to get my papers in order. Luckily I had the day off.

Wow. So, as I drove my Sunfire to the dealer, I started to feel a bit lonely. I was apologizing out loud to the Sunfire. I got good use out of the car for the three years I had it. It’s too bad that it all had to end that way. As soon as I got to the dealer though, the loneliness was overridden by plain excitement. It didn’t kick in up until I actually saw the car. Previous to that, the idea of the car was just some nebulous thought–I guess I just needed to see something tangible for me to have that light bulb moment: I just bought myself a new car! As I was signing papers, I’m sure I had this wide grin on my face. I can only imagine that the woman I was dealing with was used to seeing customers that giddy. Within an hour, I had my keys and I was heading out. While I was in the dealership though, a heavy dumping of snow occurred. When I wanted to head out, I had to run back in and borrow a snow brush just so that I could see. Hah. My first drive was through a flurry. Crazy!

Anyway, that’s all I have for now. I’m going to spend some time reading the manual and getting acquainted. The picture below is of the car in our garage. With the flash on, the red looks kind of flat, but it’s a bit more metallic than it seems. I’m going to sleep well tonight.

Corolla in the garage

Car repair tipping point

Well, if you’ve been following along lately, you’ll know about all of the car issues I’ve been having. I’ve been really patient with it because, really, I can manage. As long as I’ve been the only one affected, I’ve been cool with it. Lights go off? No worries: the daytime headlights usually come on in it’s place. The wipers stop working? I wouldn’t be driving out in a storm in the first place! So, driving around has been a bit of an adventure for the last few months.

I’ve taken it to three different mechanics–two of them being mechanics at the dealerships. None of them have been able to figure it out. With the last one, I’ve patiently brought it in multiple times to allow him to test out different theories. Still no luck. I still had hope that it would eventually a solution would be found, and that’s what’s kept me going. All of a sudden though, my patience was very quickly drained as something regrettable happened.

On Sunday morning, I woke up early to go with my parents to the novena mass at 5:30. We were beginning to get some snow at the beginning of a snow storm. The streets were covered because the plows still hadn’t gone through at such an early hour. My wipers were going, clearing snow and giving me clear vision. All of a sudden, the moment that I’d been absolutely dreading came to pass. The lights shut off, the wipers stopped working and the door unlocked. No one else in the car noticed, but I started freaking out on the inside. The first few moments were OK because the snow was just melting as soon as it hit the heated glass. Eventually though, the glare of the street lights were making it difficult to see. Mom started chiding me for not turning on the wipers. I didn’t want to cause a commotion so I just said, “I’m fine. I can see.” I figured it was best that I didn’t qualify that statement with the word “barely” (as much as I wanted to). She was really getting angry with me though for not clearing the windshield. In a moment of exasperation I just yelled, “I can’t!” At that point I had to explain my situation.

I wasn’t happy about that at all. I mean, I was putting my family in danger with this issue. Luckily, due to the hour there really wasn’t anyone else to compete with on the road. Let’s just say though that the situation could have been even worse. Anyway, that was my tipping point for this car. I am now officially at a point where I’m needing to search for another vehicle. I really wish it didn’t have to come to this, but I seriously don’t have a choice anymore. I cannot put myself and other people in danger with this problem anymore. There’s been a lot of heated discussion over what to do/what to buy. I’m very much glad that we can engage in this type of conversation. It really is quite interesting. I’ve sort of narrowed my choices down to a short list. Worst case scenario, the car I’m thinking about will set me back $26K after freight, taxes, etc. God, this all became interesting hasn’t it? I will elaborate on what I’m thinking about in a different entry. Meanwhile, I just want to say that I’m very much thankful that we all made it back home without incident. This is a type of problem that shouldn’t happen at all. The fact that I’m stressing about it is really disgusting.

So broken

Holy shit. I broke something while shovelling. :( It hurt my arms when it happened. It totally made the act of clearing the driveway a lot more difficult.

On the plus side, I took pictures! Whoo! See the gory image after the jump.

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Frozen storm

Yesterday the talking heads on TV were really talking about today’s snow storm as a really big one. I kind of just scoffed at all of the direness of the predictions. I mean, come on, could the storm really be that bad? When I woke up the streets were still relatively clear. When I checked the headlines on The Star’s online site, they had weather forecasters recommending people stay home if possible. I turned on the TV to hear the people on Breakfast Television gently suggesting people call in sick. Well, after all of that I caved, but only somewhat.

I decided to leave the car at home and just take transit into the downtown core. It’s not the first time I’ve done that due to a snow storm. The stress from having to drive in the challenging conditions was something I felt I could do without. It wasn’t until about the second leg of the journey that the snow started coming down. When I got off the streetcar to walk to the office the wind was really blowing hard. Blowing snow was stinging me: each flake felt like an ice shard stabbing my cheek.

I ventured out during the lunch hour to pick up something to eat. I was squinting from the wind blowing snow into my eyes. I was stumbling through the snow with my inappropriate shoes, slipping and weaving through the unploughed sidewalks as if I was a drunken sot.

As much as I joke about this weather, I really do have a fondness for it. Having four distinct seasons is such a gift in my mind. Winter isn’t even upon us yet and we’ve already been hit with a big blast. The forecasts are indicating that there are two storms coming: one on Sunday and one on Tuesday. I will handle each one with a smile.

Feeling the fatigue

I’ve just been really tired over the past two days. Ever since that night that I had to be online to do some work at 2 a.m. my internal clock has been slightly out of whack. I don’t normally rely on coffee to give me a boost, but I’ve resorted to doing that just as a matter of survival. Oh sure, that’s a bit of hyperbole, but I honestly felt worn out.

Yesterday morning I woke up a little bit later than I wanted to. I was determined to leave the house early so that I could legitimately leave work on time to make my run in the evening. Instead, I woke up late and didn’t feel the urge to rush despite kind of wanting to be in such a panic state to light a fire underneath me. I guess the knowledge that I had 3 hours worth of wiggle room had that effect.

On the streetcar, I got off a stop or two earlier to make a quick stop at Tim Hortons. I got an XL-size coffee with one cream and two sugars. Part of me says that the average human should not have a need to consume that much coffee. Lucky for me that I’m superhuman. *snerk* Well, when I left the store the weather warmed up enough to turn the falling snow into falling rain. So, I had my bag in one hand and a coffee in the other. I had an umbrella in my bag, but when I weighed my options deciding what was more important to me at the time, the coffee won out. I arrived at work feeling like a pet that was caught out in the rain, but it didn’t matter because I had my hot drink. Priorities!

I did make it to my run after work. We were scheduled to do hill training. Thing is, the way to the hill was just plain horrible. All of the sidewalks were caked in ice with icy puddles dotting the landscape. In the summer, the 2.5K jaunt to the hill is really quick. That day though, the ordeal to make it there was insane. When we got to the hill, the roads were just slippery making it hard to really get some speed without fearing wiping out horribly. I don’t mind hill training; in fact, I actually enjoy it. However, the weather just made yesterday difficult. I was expending a lot of effort on something that I had no troubles with just months ago. Having such a workout surely contributed to my current state of fatigue.

So this morning I packed my running gear before heading to work. As I sat in traffic, I started to think about how I was completely in no mood to run tonight. I was still exhausted, and several weather reports were stating that the wind chill would push temperatures down to -20°C. Thing is, I was feeling guilty for even considering missing tonight’s run. That was my dilemma this morning. I figured that it would probably be healthier to take a break, but another part of my brain was chiding me for not wanting to do my quick run. I was asking around for opinions. It wasn’t until I got this piece of advice that I made a final decision: “You won’t get better by just chillin’.” Well said.

I think my push to attend as much as I can is based on the fact that I want to do better on my next half-marathon. It hasn’t yet clicked for me completely, but I recognize that I’m actually in a period of training right now. As much as running is a fun activity, having the goal to train harder easily indicates that I really should be getting out there when I can. I can’t let a little thing like a bit of fatigue interrupt my training, right? Well, today’s run was tough as well. It’s only a short 5K run but man, I was really feeling every step. The weather was cooler than yesterday so all of the ice puddles that I mentioned were totally frozen over. Running on the sidewalk was entirely a stop-and-go affair. There were just way too many obstacles to get a good pace and maintain it.

And now, after all that, I’m exhausted. I’m really hoping that the next two days are quiet, and that I won’t be asked to expend a lot of energy. I seriously wish that the weekend could come sooner–I really need a break.

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