I meant to blog before today, but, as you may have heard, we’ve got sun.
Summer’s arrival in the Pacific Northwest has been nothing short of slothful. Our friends from sunnier parts of the planet have probably had plenty of belly-aching fodder to add to their Vancouver jokes. After all, British Columbians do melodramatic very, very well. But in case you mistake rain complaints as Vancouver’s unique bid for an Olympic sport, I’d like to present a case for:
… sun-induced panic sprints.
It may not be among the list of London 2012 Games, but here in the Wet Western Coast of Canada, we run faster than a cheetah when we see a hint of sun. Quick! Everyone, drop what you’re doing! It’s HERE!