P'Kols, Unrushed

P’kols, Unrushed Join me midweek as I leave the streets behind and ease into the trees. From Glendenning to Harrop, the pace softens and the forest starts to speak. There’s no rush here — just breath, footfall, and the quiet work of moving forward. This is a short run, a long exhale, and a reminder that not every effort needs an edge. Lace up, tune in, and come wander P’kols with me.

Coastal Drift

Cold air, quiet streets, and that pale winter light stretching your shadow out ahead like a compass needle. The frost on the path says early and honest—no rush, just steady forward motion. You’re moving through a neighbourhood that hasn’t quite woken up yet, hills holding the horizon, trees standing watch. It feels like a run where endurance mattered more than speed, where you let the rhythm settle and finished stronger than you started—exactly what the numbers back up. A calm, workmanlike coastal miles kind of morning: subdued, gritty, and quietly satisfying.

Donwood Stairs and the Lohbrunner Pond

Description Good morning everybody, Carlos here, recording my trailer video on Blenkinsop Road as I headed down toward the Lochside Trail. I planned to go up the Donwood stairs to Lohbrunnner Pond and thought that would be the title for this short midweek podcast. I had already captured quite a bit of footage on Mount Douglas and was running down toward the Lochside Trail as I spoke.Letting listeners know to watch my 'feed' for a midweek video podcast of about 24 minutes from that outing, mixing in a few walk breaks and some “eye candy" . I signed off as the Running Jackal from Lobrunnner West—or maybe East—realizing I should have checked the sign before saying goodbye.

Broadmead & The Bog

Broadmead and Rithet’s Bog are part of the same landscape history, shaped first by wetlands and later by agriculture and settlement. Rithet’s Bog was once part of a much larger marsh system that naturally drained and nourished the surrounding land. As settlers arrived, sections of the bog were drained to create farmland, leading to the establishment of Broadmead Farm. The name “Broadmead” came not from the land itself, but from Broadmead, a prized racehorse owned by Robert Paterson Rithet. Over time, most of the wetland disappeared under development, leaving Rithet’s Bog as a rare surviving remnant of that original environment.

Coastal Six Miler

I headed out alone for a brisk coastal walk, settling into a steady, aerobic rhythm almost immediately. My pacing was consistent rather than punchy, with strong, sustainable splits that reflected staying well within myself. I only nudged into higher intensity briefly, likely on a rise or into the wind. It felt meditative and confident, carried along by the coast and a Grateful Dead groove.

Woodchips, Wandering thoughts

A gentle Wednesday loop around the Cedar Hill chip trail, keeping things relaxed and familiar. One steady lap around the golf course, soft footing underfoot, nothing forced. I slowed down long enough to say hello to some old friends — the ducks — who barely flinched as I shuffled past. That’s the beauty of this place: repetition without boredom. Thirty minutes of woodchips, small climbs, wandering thoughts, and an easy rhythm before heading off for errands and a few more miles on the bike. The Running Jackal signing off from the Queensbury Ave exit. Stats: 3.5 km · 70 m gain · 30:40 · Avg cadence 63