Your Five Minutes

Hey everyone, Carlos here. Just doing another audio test—yeah, you know me, always testing, testing, testing. I’m using the voice memo app to record this one. The pace so far: 9 minutes and 23 seconds per kilometre. What I really want is to analyze my speech and eventually craft a coherent little synopsis. Beautiful morning out, Whether or not the audio turns out usable doesn’t really matter, since I’ve got my AI friend as a backup. His voice? Kinda American, kinda classy, kinda good. Anyway, I’m approaching King’s Pond on a Zone 1 run—which, as you’ll hear in the next few minutes, is tricky to stick to. I’ll be hiking more than running, but there are moments where I can pick up the pace. The cool thing about the voice memo app is it can transcribe everything, so even if the audio’s no good, I can just copy the text and drop it into my blog or feed it to the AI for narration. Gotta love technology. Right now, I’m holding the phone belly-facing, hoping it’s not catching too much arm swing. Bit odd though—switching to voice recorder seems to have disabled Samantha. I guess I’m finishing this run by feel. Maybe I’ll check my wrist monitor later… Ah, wait, I think I heard her! Might’ve just been a volume issue. Okay, let’s try this… Zone 2. Yep, clear as a bell—maybe too clear. Let me turn that down a bit… There we go. No more messing around. I’m at the pond, doing my foot loop. Time: 36 minutes. Distance: 3.87 km. Heart rate average: 130 bpm. Pace: 9:16/km. I’m already more than halfway to my calorie target—32 minutes in, just under 4 km done—so now it’s time to head home. That’s why I planned the loop this way: I can swing back via Braefoot and rejoin the Feltham Trail, right where this exciting little sound check began. Bye for now.

Thank you Jim it is posted on our FaceBook page. Enjoy your pizza! 📬 Just got a five-minute voice drop from my good friend JD in Pennsylvania — always a treat. He had just finished a solid 4-mile run under blue skies and 80° weather, with the kind of breeze that makes a sweaty workout feel earned. He was cruising down what he calls “the big hill,” passed a neighbor out for a jog, and caught a glimpse of his old deck — the one he rebuilt plank by plank back around 2014. This year, it’s getting a fresh coat of stain and some love on the railings. After the run: animal care, and then homemade pizza night 🍕 — the reward for shuffling his training schedule around this week. Always good hearing his voice from the East Coast. Be well, be safe, JD — talk soon!

This morning from Mount Douglas in Victoria, I’m sending greetings to Country File Magazine and wishing everyone a good weekend. The trail led me past a familiar tree, where I stopped to admire a hawk circling above. At first I thought it was a Cooper’s hawk, but the size and tail made me wonder if it could be a red-tail instead. The smaller birds nearby looked almost comically tiny in contrast, flitting about as if nothing was happening. I claimed the tree as “my spot,” and just as I said it, the hawk turned to face me—almost like he knew he was being photographed.

Jack ran through the misty forest, moving on instinct, no longer counting miles—just running for its own sake. A younger runner passed and asked if he’d race again, but Jack smiled, saying his ultra days were behind him, having once completed four hundred-milers. His running journey had begun decades earlier in a Montreal winter when a friend, Rich, invited him to a group run up Mount Royal, where he struggled but found something that kept him coming back. He entered his first race, the Bill Lewis 5K, where unexpected competitiveness emerged, and he relished his first race shirt. Later, training for a marathon on Dallas Road, he learned about the “wall” and the mental resilience required to push through fatigue. Running became more than a sport—it was woven into his life, balancing fatherhood, career changes, and friendships forged on the trail. He took on ultras, including the grueling Courtenay-to-Nanaimo 120K, running through the night with no aid stations, where self-sufficiency was key. A friend and competitor, Matt, raced ahead, and Jack wouldn’t see him until the finish, where they both broke the course record. The crowd’s cheers at the stadium felt surreal, a fleeting but unforgettable moment of glory. Now, as Jack ran toward the city, leaving footprints in the dirt, he understood that the future wasn’t about records—it was about the rhythm, the quiet, and the simple joy of movement.

Good morning, everyone—Carlos here! Today, I took a brisk walk around Rithet's Bog, aiming for a long and steady pace since I’ve been doing shorter, faster runs recently. My goal was to get in some aerobic time, enjoy nature, and maybe collect a little firewood along the way. I passed the duck pond, observed the gravel trails, and marveled at the peaceful surroundings, taking a few photos as I went. It was a focused but refreshing outing, perfect for meeting my weekly fitness and outdoor goals.