Author name: Katie

Ok, seriously, when is the warm spring weather coming out to play – and stay? I’m tired of getting taunted with one day here or a half day there or no days at all. It’s grey and wet and showery and cold. Twelve degrees just doesn’t cut it when it’s practically July! First thing this morning I decided I was going to try and get a run in later this afternoon, before hanging out with the little monkeys, otherwise known as my oh-so-cute nephews. But because I wouldn’t be coming home between work and the boys, I had to pack my bag at like 7 a.m. So, I threw in a light top and shorts, along with shoes and other gear, and was good to go – until I got outside. It was miserable, pouring down rain for most of the day, and every time I looked out the window, […]

Answer me this: How the heck does someone injure themselves while sleeping? Mario says I toss and turn like crazy, but seriously, I find it hard to believe that I can thrash around so much so that I jam my lower back right up. Ohhhh but I can. Yep. Didn’t even have to run for this injury. Seriously? I got tired of waiting for my physio to move me up to the top spot on the waiting list (I know, I know, I only called him two days ago, but what can I say? I’m impatient) so instead, I called my trusty massage therapist, who’s a hardcore distance runner, and is super chatty, and always leaves me with tips and pointers, and maybe even a few discount codes for online running sites too – those have come in handy 🙂 He informed me that I had in fact jammed up

Cure is a funny word. Some people think of the ’80s English rock band, others think of miracles, but me, I think of broken promises. I’ve been pretty cynical for quite sometime when people start spewing sentences that combine the words cure and diabetes. When I was nine years old and first diagnosed I was told there’d be a cure by the time I was 15, then 20, then 25. I’m now almost 32. But my dear, dear husband, he’s not quite so cynical (at least not in this aspect) and to hear him talk of me one day being free of finger pricks, and insulin attachments, and blood sugar dramas is enough to put a warm fuzzy feeling right into my cycnical heart – and a glimmer of hope too! So the other day, when Mario told me that he had signed up for the Whistler Gran Fondo, a

As much as I love the city, I LOVE THE COUNTRY! For four years, I lived on a farm, which consisted of five acres of sky-high trees, soothing ravines, yummy blackberries, nasty stinging nettles, and the best hide-and-seek games ever to be had. Some of my most formative years were spent on that farm (we only had rabbit ears and maybe two channels, so finding our own fun was a must). I remember climbing the willow trees, and taking the My Little Ponies for a swim in the murky pond, and testing the neighbour’s electric fence to see if it actually did work (it did!), and sinking in the “quicksand” by the ravine, and bottle-feeding our cows – Big Mac, Quarter Pounder, Sirloin, T-Bone and Porter House … Hey! The brothers named them not me 😉 About five years ago, my parents moved back to the farmhouse , and it’s

Have you ever gotten lost in a box full of old photos and cards and notes and before you know it an hour or two has past? That’s exactly what happened to me last night. I went up to the storage closet in search of a specific photo, which I found right away, but it was in a box that had tons of other photos, as well as letters from when I worked at a summer camp, and stacks of notes and cards from Mario that extend back to even before the beginning of our relationship – and it gave me the warmest, fuzziest feeling, like you know the warmth of when the first sip of red wine hits your belly, it was like that but 500 times more intense! For me, that box, and the several others that I have stored away, are like treasure boxes full of gold;