As a proud Facebook Fan of The Earth it should come as no surprise that I participated in Earth Hour on Saturday March 27 from 8.30pm to 9.30pm. The precise hour during which I planned to pack my race kit for the Sunday ATB 30K (truth: I procrastinated packing and forgot about Earth Hour until TV reminded me that the CN tower was about to go dark).
There is something romantic about packing a race kit by candlelight. There is also something chancy about it, as in you are taking a chance on packing mismatched socks. Or two left gloves. It is definitely not the time to try to find an old mylar blankets in the depths of a storage box whilst trying not to ignite my FuelBelt with a tipsy candle. As muddle-headed as I am the morning of a race I am reliant on sensible night before packing. I grab my bag while half asleep and Husband leads me to the car. The morning is not the time for me to match socks or remember something I forgot or find something I accidently put in the wrong bag while under 60-minute cover of darkness. Morning is the time to coax banana bread down my throat and mindlessly layer clothing on my weary body and fret about the weather.
My arrival at the race start had an adventurous feel as I reached into my race bag to see which treasures were packed within. To my great relief I was well supplied and arrived at the start line reasonably attired with all my crucial bits and pieces in place. I did put my pants on backwards after the run (to clarify: I’m referring to my post-run pants, I put on pants -capris technically- prior to the run), but I suppose I can’t blame that one on the self-imposed blackout.
Title Reference: Joni Mitchell – Big Yellow Taxi. 1970.