Author name: Katie

Cheesecake + chocolates + wine + late nights = running disaster! This morning was my first 10k LSD (long slow distance) training run and you’d think I’d try to be somewhat healthy for the couple of days before the run, you know, get a good night’s sleep, eat a healthy diet, stay hydrated, the usual. But no, somehow I got it in my sweet little head that 10k was nothing, I could do it in my sleep. Bring on the wine and cheesecake, and sleep, who needs that? Turns out, I do! Today’s run totally kicked my butt. My legs felt like 10 tonne bricks. My breathing was laboured. My energy levels were non-existent. And I kept checking my Garmin to see if it was time for another walk break – and all this was on a long SLOW distance run! I didn’t get out of bed until 8:30, which was […]

It is well past my bedtime! And yet, I’ve still got at least an hour before I can get some partial shuteye. Somehow – somehow! – I have found myself in a situation where I am baking a cheesecake at midnight! I don’t know how it happened, really I don’t. One minute I was watching a movie (Fish Tank = good but so very disturbing) and the next I’m mixing up the cream cheese and sugar and vanilla extract and heavy cream! Something must have possessed me … something that really does like the cheesecake, and that really did want to try out my new Junior’s Cheesecake recipe book. It just had to have been … good thing I heart cheesecake! So, a while back a fellow blogger lent me a book all about diabetes – Cheating Destiny by James S. Hirsch (a type 1 diabetic with a kid who

Ok, so the Running Room marathon clinic started tonight, but for all the talking I’ve been doing, I hadn’t yet signed up for it. I had every intention in the world to sign up, I even got off the highway yesterday to stop in at the store, but then changed my mind and got right back on the highway. Now, in my defense, firstly I thought I still had a couple of weeks to get everything done, and secondly, I’ve been flipping and flopping on whether or not I should sign up for the Abbotsford clinic (I’m a regular at that store) or the Burnaby one, which is closer to home. So, I showed up at the store tonight with every intention in the world to skulk in the back and hopefully go unnoticed. I was gonna be all Elmer Fudd like “Shhhhhhh“. I was even calling myself the Rogue

Well now, I hate to gloat, buuuuuuuuut, haha! 😀 Why the laugh you ask, well, I’ll tell you. Some of you may recall how two months ago I was in the midst of a group of men picking hockey stars for our fantasy hockey playoff pool, which is named the ‘Real Man’s‘ hockey pool. Myself and one other gal were the only females in the mix. And while the guys and the other gal had their eyes glued to sheets of paper filled with “important” stats and predictions and comparisons and who knows what else they were looking at, me, I kept it simple – I drafted based on looks. Ever since I joined the ‘Real Man’s’ hockey pool five years ago, I’ve been relentlessly razzed for my strategy. Some have rolled their eyes, some have shook their heads in disbelief, some have been outright vocal about their disdain for

Gadzooks, that was a short-lived countdown! Yesterday I was living in a comfort bubble, thinking I still had 17 days before marathon training started, but, unfortunately for me, the bubble burst. Turns out, I can’t count. What I thought was 17 days is actually now two days. That’s right, marathon training starts on Thursday – thanks for the reality check Lori! I spent the better part of last night and this morning freaking out, second guessing whether I was ready to start training. Hypochondriac syndrome roiled through my head: Is that a pain in my foot? Is my hip acting up? Am I out of alignment again? What if I can’t do it? What if I injure yet another part of me? What if? What if? What if? My boss, who’s completed four marathons (one with horrible, worn-out shoes … he doesn’t advise I do that) helped calm the nerves a