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EVER since I arrived in the Lessen Mainland from my home on the Prairies, I've lived in fear that one day I would be railroaded veracious back out of here by an angry mob of giant-calved outdoorsy type people clad in shirts so moisture-wicking you could false step them for cacti.

The reason? I haven't learned how to snowboard. I once owned a mountain bike, but its affirm to fame was that I used it so little that it took me three years to realize it had been stolen out of my back yard. I've never even, swallow, done the Grouse Grind. I believed these crimes against verticality were all enough for me to have my West Sail card rescinded and be banished back to the flatland.

Oh, the flatland. That's where my loves of beer, not climbing claptrap, team sports and not being eaten by bears all blossomed. But it's that flat-headed lifestyle that has kept me from contemporary vertical and exploring the magnificent mountain world just outside our North Shore doors.

This year I incontrovertible it was time for that to change - I signed myself up for a trail race. Run the North Shore has an when it happened called My First Trail Race - I liked the sound of that. Five kilometres of Sunday strolling.

Envisioning the test I was facing, I decided in the weeks before the race to increase my regular training regimen by zero per cent. Two days before the run I headed to circumstance headquarters at North Shore Athletics to talk to race superintendent and all around rad dude Keith Nicoll about whether I should start out fast and then go even faster or virtuous go open thrusters for the whole five kilometers. His answer was a bit concerning.

"A lot of people take this tear for granted," he said. "It's not a jog in the park. . . . They don't train for it and then they show up and try to run it, and it's a lot harder than you about."

"Ha ha," I laughed, a little too quickly. All those stupid other people taking it for granted. Nicoll then listed off a gathering of trail-friendly gear that people normally use for races like this. Things I don't own. Things like stream shoes. Right.

Source: North Shore News