Ahh crud! I am so totally paying for that hard run that was supposed to be an LSD run on Sunday. My hip wasn’t quite screaming at me, the last two days, but it did have some wince-inducing tenderness going on. Oh yay (note the sarcasm)! And the worst part of all, I know that there could very well be some “I told you so(s)” going on when we all meet again tomorrow. Yay (again, note the sarcasm)! But luckily for me, I’ve got a great massage therapist who was able to squeeze me in at the last minute on my way home from work. But because he could only fit me in for 30 minutes, not the 45 I usually opt for, I had to lay down the law: No unnecessary talking, I told him. He’s great at his job, great at kneading out the muscle kinks, but he […]

Fear can mess with your head AND your blood sugars. We only had to run 19 km yesterday (I love being able to say to people “just 19” when they ask how far I ran :D) and just like last week I started the run out with higher blood sugars than I like them to be, except yesterday I didn’t give a BG correction. I knew my blood sugars would gradually come down with the exercise. But about 30 minutes into the run, I decided to check them and they had already come down 5 mmol from when I started. They were 9.1. I knew they’d keep going down, but I just didn’t know by how much. And because last week’s low blood sugars in the middle of nowhere was still fresh in my brain, I panicked. Even though I had sugar tablets and a pancake packed along with me,

I really do need to learn some restraint, as it sure would come in handy whenever I walked into a running store. I had to go birthday shopping for my nephew today who’s having his birthday bash for the BIG 5 tomorrow. In total, I have eight nieces and nephews and I love them all equally but differently if that makes sense. When my oldest nieces were born, I was pretty young, just 12 and 13, and they became more like little sisters to me than nieces. And when my oldest nephew and middle niece were born, I was a teenager and young adult and more into partying than oohing and awing over the new babies. But Super C-Boy, he was the one who made me actually want to have a child of my own after years of saying nope, no kids for me. I headed out to Newport Village because

Oh-my-goodness. Last night, I left for my run with my mouth agape. Seriously agape. Runners, we like to talk, and not just about your run-of-the-mill, how’s-the-weather kind of stuff. We talk about everything – hello, runner’s diarrhea, need I say more? Some of the stuff I’ve heard and some of the stuff I’ve said in any other situation would stop people in their tracks and have them slowly backing away for safety. But because we’re all runners, pretty much anything goes. Last night, though, I finally found a runner who actually did manage to shock the heck out of me. And not in a good way. This woman is training for a half marathon, which in itself is no easy feat, but she’s trying to do it on a low-carb diet! Are you kidding me? On a normal day, in a normal world, where I’m not eating-drinking-sleeping-breathing running, I can’t live

I have a confession. I think I might be a shopaholic – in denial. Case in point: Last week, I went on a bit of a shopping spree, but it wasn’t my fault, it had to be done. See, here’s the thing, I had a handful of Running Room coupons (20 per cent off, 15 per cent off, 10 per cent off) that were all about to expire, and given the cost of most of the stuff at the Running Room, I couldn’t possibly let the coupons go to waste now could I? So really, it’s the Running Room’s fault, not mine at all 😉 Now, while I see that as a perfectly logical explanation,  most would call it a shopaholic in denial. But lucky for me, it’s only for running gear … or maybe not so lucky given that I spend a good portion of my days in a