How’s this for getting things done: A 6 km run before 5:30 a.m., flights booked for Europe before 6:30 a.m. and off to work before 7:30 a.m. Now that’s what I call a productive morning! When the alarm went off this morning I thought it was Sunday and that it was 6:15 a.m., the regular get-up time for Sunday’s long slow distance run, which is probably the only thing that actually got me out of bed. But when I realized that it was Tuesday, and it was actually 4:30 a.m., I stood blankly beside the bed for what seemed like 10 minutes, but was probably only 30 seconds, before grumbling to Mario that maybe I shouldn’t go for a run, maybe I should just climb back into bed. But apparently that 30 seconds was enough for Mario to get out of bed, which meant there was no going back to […]

Welcome to Zombieland, a place I tend to visit every Sunday, Monday and even sometimes Tuesday. Following a long run, my body and brain are in major lethargic mode, which isn’t always the happiest place to be. I can’t get enough sleep, my eyes are heavy, my mouth is in constant yawn mode, and my social skills are practically non existent. Last Monday, I think it was 3 o’clock before I willingly sparked my first casual conversation of the day, which is saying a lot. And today, it took everything I had to force myself out of bed, following an afternoon nap, my third of the day, to open up my computer and start concocting this blog (thank goodness for holiday Mondays!). Should I really expect anything less, though? I mean, I have just put my body through the grinder, pounding my feet up and down for three hours, depleting

Ahhh the sweet smells of baking, one of the best scents in the world. As I sit here typing this entry, the smell of fresh tarts is wafting all through my condo, and is hovering most noticeably right under my nose. I love baking, but I’ve always been the kind of baker who, uhm, doesn’t exactly have much patience. Although, after going green in the face and sour in the belly a few too many times, I no longer lick the mixing spoons, or full on eat chunks of raw cookie dough. But now, I’m like a five-year-old next to her easy bake oven peering through the glass, watching it rise, watching it bake, drool dripping… We’ve got a group of friends coming for dinner tomorrow, two of which traveled all the way from New York just to see us (okay, maybe not just us). So I decided to put

It’s days like today that I love my job and couldn’t imagine doing anything else. I mean, seriously, what other job lets you bomb around on your bike all afternoon – and actually calls it work? For the past two years, Slow Food Vancouver has hosted a Slow Food Cycle Tour in Chilliwack, and I figured, seeing as how it’s fast approaching, I’d do an advancer story to let people know all about it. But rather than just call the organizers up on the phone (what fun could there possibly be in doing that?) I figured I’d ride around for a first-hand experience. But who wants to ride alone, right? Not me. Nope. No way. And seeing as how today just so happened to be Mario’s day off, it was kismet he join me 😀 Slow Food Vancouver, which puts on these events all throughout B.C., is a non-profit organization that

I’m seriously considering changing my name, just slightly, nothing too major. I mean I do love my name, but I’m thinking it needs a touch of oomph added to it, something along the lines of Super Katie! said in exactly the same way as Super Grover says his name. It’s a worthy name I think, I do have super powers after all – I mean, I am the conquerer of all hills! So what do you guys think? 😀 I know I’ve said it before, but given that last night was the start of hill training, I feel compelled to say it again. I LOVE HILLS! And I know I’m a bit of an anomaly, most people hate hills, and rightfully so. They’re fricken hard, they force every ounce of oxygen out of your lungs, have you huffing and puffing, like you’d been smoking five packs a day for 30 straight