Author name: Katie

Wow! It’s not even April and the temperatures in the Valley are already soaring above 20 degrees, the daffodils are blooming brightly, and the rat-a-tat sound of the bugs meeting their demise as they pelt into my windshield is non-stop  – I love that sound! I love spring! Last year, we celebrated the new season with the purchase of our loft; this year, we’re celebrating with a trip to the NYC! The last time I was in New York it was in the thick of summer, the week before the Twin Towers went down, and truthfully, it was not my most favourite trip. In fact, I was quite disappointed with it, given that I had been dreaming of New York ever since I was 14, when I first decided I was to become a world-famous journalist (still working on that). But it was sweltering hot, and smelly, and I was with […]

On Saturday, Mario and I headed up to Seymour Demonstration Park for my first bike ride of the season. We chose that traffic-free destination as I hadn’t been on the Zing (my bike) in like 7 months and I think Mario was a little nervous about taking me out onto the busy Vancouver roads. I was quite aghast at the suggestion at first, I mean, sure I hadn’t been on Zing in 7 months, but I had been running for like six of those months, that had to mean something didn’t it? Apparently not. Route: 26.76 km Trip time: 1:20:24 Average speed: 19.8 Max speed: 47.7 My legs felt like lead for the first three to five kilometres; I was huffing and puffing, struggling for air up the hills; and dealing with major blood sugar dramas, which may explain the excessive huffing and puffing. We parked the car a little

It’s been 42 days since I last laced up my sneakers and hit the pavement. I miss it. I miss the breeze dusting my face, the music filling my ears, the seemingly natural flow of my body, stride after stride after stride. I miss the ease of sorting through work issues as the cars speed past me; the nostalgia of running through my old neighbourhood; the endorphins that flush through me with every gusting breath. Every time I walk up the stairs of my loft, the first thing I see is my Asics sitting under my desk; maybe it’s torture I put them there, maybe it’s motivation. My Garmin and Road ID lie side by side on the top of my desk; the Garmin hasn’t been plugged in since Feb. 7. It was the day of our pre-run for the Historic Half, just two weeks before race day. My favourite