Author name: Katie

My diabetes doctor is like my George Clooney – I have had a crush on this guy since I was like 14! Sorry Mario, but we have history. Before he was my doctor, he was my camp doctor, one of two doctors at Camp Elphinstone on Gibsons (a camp for diabetics and “normal” kids too), and I kid you not, every morning and evening when we’d have to go and see the docs, all the girls would be in my doctor’s line, a line that extended well out the door. When he officially became my doctor at 18, I was practically jumping out of my skin with excitement. He’s always had the salt-and-pepper look that Clooney has, and the coolness of Clooney, and a little bit of the dorkiness too … he so sports the bow tie! Love the bow tie! And so this morning I had my yearly visit with […]

Six years seems like forever ago. On April 12, 2004, my grandpa, who was far too young, and far too amazing, to leave this earth passed away from lung cancer. He was one of the most incredible men I have ever known; so caring, so loving, so gentle and kind … pretty much just amazing in every way possible. And he was a huge hockey fanatic, which makes tonight’s entry so perfect. I love you grandpa! You are forever missed! So, hockey. On the same day I got paid out for coming in third place in my workplace regular season hockey pool (just $10, not exactly the lottery, but still 50 per cent more than what I put in) I had to prepare for the Real Man’s Hockey Pool, which was held this evening. Yes, yes, I know, I’m a girl, but when you love hockey as much as I

This morning I woke up with every excuse as to why I couldn’t go running: my head hurt, my body ached, my lower back was kinked, I was tired. But when Mario broached the idea of having waffles for breakfast, and when I said no, that, right there, sealed the deal. I was eating oatmeal; I was going out for a run. It was my first real outdoor run (last week’s analysis doesn’t count) and for the most part I felt good, although my legs were a little heavy at first, and I kept worrying about my form, and kept checking in on the feeling around my knees, but as soon as my iPod clicked over to Jesus of Suburbia, – nine minutes of pure, hard, go-get-em rock music – I was in the zone. THE WORKOUT: New Westminster Quay Boardwalk (my Garmin got a little confused, (maybe because it

I went out for dinner tonight with a great girlfriend of mine, and I think I may have finally figured out the pasta scene in regards to the whole dinner out carb-counting guessing game. I had taggliatelli (sp?) funghi, filled with a whole lot of yummy mushrooms. I also had three glasses of a Tuscany chianti, and because I still haven’t figured out how to count wine, I decided to not count any carbs for it, and correct later if I needed to – but I didn’t! Baby steps 🙂 Lately I’ve been thinking about all the crazy things I’ve done since I started running, and there have been a plenty. But probably the most zaniest, wackiest, craziest thing I’ve ever done for the love of running – even crazier than the evil orange plastic ball – is the Vibram 5 Fingers. The 5 Fingers, also known as toe shoes, are

What would you save if your house were on fire? Your wedding photos? Family heirlooms? Laptop? Bike? For me, none of the above. At about 4:30 a.m. this morning, Mario and I were awoken to an ear-piercing roar of a noise blaring through our condo. We jumped out of bed; I had no idea what was going on, or where the heck this noise was coming from. We quickly learned that it was the smoke alarm, and so Mario shut it off (oh yeah, we’re safe like that) but the blaring continued outside in the hallway. Mario speculated that someone probably just yanked on the fire alarm, which was enough of a reason for me to climb back into bed and throw the pillow and covers over my head, trying my best to drown out the deafening noise. Mario, being the great journalist that he is, went to investigate. A