I’m not so sure this morning’s run was all that good for my legs, and feet too for that matter, but it was great for my mind. I was in a bit of a mood, to say the least, when I went out this morning at like 4:45 a.m. – I know!!! But I was having major issues sleeping, and since Mario had gotten up at 4 a.m. for the Tour (I did mention he’s psychotic, right?) I figured I might as well roll out of bed myself. I had a lot going on in my head, a lot of nastiness, and the second I started running, it was like I was trying to pound it all out through my feet, I’m surprised they’re not bruised. And my pace, good golly I was clipping away at like a 5:30 – a minute faster than I should have been. Thank goodness for […]

I don’t want to brag here (okay maybe I do) but my body, it’s a machine – and not a broken-down machine 😀 Yesterday morning Mario and I, and a buddy of ours, went for a bike ride out to Pitt Lake. I was a little nervous about the ride, given that I’ve really only ever ridden with Mario or by myself. What if I couldn’t keep up? Yes, despite cycling for three years now, I am still super self conscious, and maybe even a little overly competitive, about my riding, not wanting to be the “autobus” of the ride. My worries were not unfounded, I was, in fact, trailing the pack for the majority of the ride. Mind you, when Mario and Rich surged forward straight into a headwind with man-iron legs, as much as it was irking the hell out of me that I couldn’t do the same, I

I made a new friend in the park today, an unlikely friend. No, not one of the rubbies that likes to frequent the park all day and all night, but a Canada goose. A real Canada goose. Now, you’ll notice I said “unlikely” there’s a reason for that. For as long as I can remember, I have been freaked out of these creatures. Seriously, for the most part, they’re nasty little buggers just waiting to hiss and attack, and they travel in gangs and outnumber anyone and anything that crosses their path, and they constantly poo everywhere – nobody likes a runny bum! But today, the oddest thing happened. I went to eat my lunch and read my book underneath my tree. It’s been my tree for all of two days, ever since I discovered it yesterday when I sought refuge from my lunch-hour baking to write a letter to a

Ziplock bags? Really? What was I thinking? Shortly after posting last night’s blog, I hit the hay as it was way past my bedtime given that I had been up since the ungodly hour of 5 a.m. But while I was lying in bed fighting to turn off my head, suddenly I was jolted awake with the realization that the notion of pinning ziplock bags full of fuel to my race shirt is quite the ridiculous idea for a fashionably conscious runner such as myself. I will surely be picking my race outfit based on picture-perfect looks over functionality (this is me we’re talking about) so why on earth would I think that ziplock bags with orange slices and mini pancakes thwacking against me with every stride I take would result in a show-off worthy picture. Seriously, I’d look more like a human bird feeder than I would a marathon

I love freebies! Who doesn’t really, I mean, I know there’s people out there who say it’s better to give than to get and it is … sometimes. But today, not one of those times. It was a day for some full-on getting. When the alarm went off at 5 a.m., booting me out of bed to hit my sneakers to the pavement, I never would have guessed it would be such a getting day. As some of you know, I’m not much of a morning person, but for the last few weeks I’ve been trying to incorporate an early morning run into my routine at least once a week, and this morning was the earliest. When I left the condo, the sprinklers on the boardwalk had yet to turn on, the timed nightlights had yet to dim, and the sun had yet to rise. Heck, even my Garmin was