Author name: Katie

Ziplock bags? Really? What was I thinking? Shortly after posting last night’s blog, I hit the hay as it was way past my bedtime given that I had been up since the ungodly hour of 5 a.m. But while I was lying in bed fighting to turn off my head, suddenly I was jolted awake with the realization that the notion of pinning ziplock bags full of fuel to my race shirt is quite the ridiculous idea for a fashionably conscious runner such as myself. I will surely be picking my race outfit based on picture-perfect looks over functionality (this is me we’re talking about) so why on earth would I think that ziplock bags with orange slices and mini pancakes thwacking against me with every stride I take would result in a show-off worthy picture. Seriously, I’d look more like a human bird feeder than I would a marathon […]

I love freebies! Who doesn’t really, I mean, I know there’s people out there who say it’s better to give than to get and it is … sometimes. But today, not one of those times. It was a day for some full-on getting. When the alarm went off at 5 a.m., booting me out of bed to hit my sneakers to the pavement, I never would have guessed it would be such a getting day. As some of you know, I’m not much of a morning person, but for the last few weeks I’ve been trying to incorporate an early morning run into my routine at least once a week, and this morning was the earliest. When I left the condo, the sprinklers on the boardwalk had yet to turn on, the timed nightlights had yet to dim, and the sun had yet to rise. Heck, even my Garmin was

Well folks, it’s official – I am Portland Marathon bound! Bright and early, this Thanksgiving (for us Canadians, that is) I will be running 42.2 km! Good golly, am I insane??? As soon as I completed the registration, butterflies were swooning all through my belly, and light twangs of mostly thought up pains as well … have I mentioned I have a serious case of runners’ hypochondria? 😉 As excited as I am though, let me just say, it does NOT pay to procrastinate! I’ve been digging my heels in about registering for the marathon for about a good month now, despite knowing that I wanted to do this ever since I first saw the signs posted along the streets of Portland last year, a week before the race. But given my history with signing up for races and then getting injured right after doing so, I think I had good

“Let the Tour begin!” – that’s what the alarm should have screamed when it went off at like 5 a.m. this morning! Did I mention I’m not a morning person? Even though the Tour de France officially started yesterday, for those of us who like to sleep, such as myself, it didn’t really start until today – at 5:27 a.m. to be exact!!! While yesterday’s time trial started at a somewhat decent hour of 8:30 a.m., this morning, and the next three weeks for that matter, was a whole different story – a hellish story if I do say so myself, and I do. See, my dear, darling husband (I am so not gritting my teeth while writing this ;)) has a bit of a psychotic tradition – yep, psychotic – when it comes to the Tour. While most people would either prefer to catch the later runs on the OLN (although, it seems, OLN

When I woke up yesterday morning, I was exhausted physically and mentally. My thighs were somewhat fatigued from my trek up the Grind the day before, my calves were still tight as could be (just as they’ve been for the last couple of weeks) my eyes were droopy, my head was sleepy. The last thing I wanted to do was put my running shoes on. Lucky for me, yesterday was a rest day! I decided to take the day off work and extend my long weekend, but with no exercise on the agenda, what oh what was a running princess to do? Go bike shopping, that’s what! Mario found a new bike shop in Fort Langley, a cute, little historical community about a half hour from where we live, that listed Felt bikes on their website. I was a little dubious at first, given that another shop in Port Moody