Out from the flat up through bohemia, along Rue Rachel, across the Avenue du Parc, past the George-Étienne Cartier Monument, the air thick with the smell of weed, and buffeted by the sounds of drums. Up through the low tree cover, the paths quickly turn to sheet ice. Slippety slide 100m higher, emerging up out past modified Hondas blasting vapours made of RnB. Their passengers eating dominos, taking in the warm evening sun. Up higher still past the famous cross, levelling out along the gravel road to the top of Mont-Royal. Arriving near the edge, greeted by hipsters, jocks, and families taking in a view of what’s been home recently. Montreal’s changed a lot over the last two weeks, -20 °C at the lowest to +23°C yesterday. I was told Montrealers go crazy in spring. The mood in the air, along with record highs set across the Eastern sea board was certainly that. On days like this you don’t need help from mp3s, or wristbands counting your calories. I loved my run yesterday, but at the same time I can’t help but feel worried that the previous record for Montreal on March 18 was some nine degrees lower. Let’s hope this year is an anomaly.