Oh-my-gawd! Do the weather gods actually like me? I’m not so sure about the blood sugar gods, or the body gods, or the Garmin gods, but the weather gods, they had my back this morning! When the 5:30 a.m. wake-up call blared, my blood sugars were at a worrisome 2.5, and my butt had a slight tightness going on on the left side, not quite a pain in the butt, but a tightness nonetheless – but the crystal clear blue taking over that nasty gloomy grey in the sky, well, I couldn’t exactly let that go to waste now could I? After drinking some orange juice and doing a few rolls on the foam roller, I headed out the door. I can’t say that my run was great, given that my calves felt like they were in the middle of an inferno, they were burning so bad, and given that somehow […]

Well, as much as I hate to admit it, there’s a dirty hippie in me yet. I became one with nature tonight – and I actually enjoyed it! For the past few months, I’ve been doing yoga on Saturday mornings, in my condo, with a yogi girlfriend of mine, which was working out great until I started marathon training. I didn’t like the idea of doing yoga on the same day as a run, given that I’d have to do the run almost immediately after my yoga, so we decided to move our sessions to Mondays. But because my condo is a loft and is completely open, there’s really no place for Mario to go if we were to set up on the living room floor. So, we decided to take it outside. I was skeptical at first, especially looking out the window and seeing the seemingly never-ending sight of

I love being a girl, always have. Even when I was climbing willow trees, or was knee-high in mud catching tadpoles and froggies, or watching hours of hockey with my brothers, I have always loved being a girl. I love being able to wear pretty skirts, and get sparkly presents, and fancy up my hair and go all googly eyed over the likes of Chris Cornell and Johnny Depp. But today, one of those oh-so-rare days, I actually wished that I was a boy. Boys can always find a makeshift toilet; girls, not so much! My bladder was raging a major war on me this morning. I went to the washroom twice before leaving the Running Room, which really isn’t all that out of the ordinary, given my nervous bladder. I go to the washroom at least once, sometimes twice, before a movie starts, I cannot talk after going to

You know you’ve had a good run when your ipod mix starts and finishes with tracks from Destiny’s Child – I’m a survivor, I’m not gonna give up, I’m not gonna stop, I’m gonna work hard, I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make it … (can you picture the head bobbing?) That being said, though, this morning’s run was a little, uhm, extended. An almost 7 km run that my Garmin clocked in at being 46 minutes, actually ended up taking me a whopping hour and a half! Given my directional ineptness (and the fact that I was totally grooving to Bootylicious) I may have gotten somewhat lost … AND … well … I may have also gone shopping halfway through! 😀 When I left the house this morning, I didn’t really have a set map, I just kind of figured I’d let my legs guide me. Instead of starting out

I have bike envy – major bike envy! Ever since we went to New York last month, and I saw the pretty powder blue Felt ZW6 in the Brooklyn bike shop, my Zing has been getting the cold shoulder; you’ve been great over the years, dear bike, but I have a new love now, and she’s just so darn pretty! Her sweet blue hues and carbon fibre goodness are filling my dreams, and pretty much my every waking moment too. How could she not, just look at her! Source And ever since finding my new love (don’t worry Mario, you’re still top of the list for human love!) it seems like everyone is getting fancy schmancy new bikes. My girlfriend Chelsey just got herself a new Bianchi (another love of mine!) and Mario literally just got off the phone with a friend of ours who bought himself a 100 per