Warning, read at your own risk, there is a rant a brewing – oh is there ever! On my way home from work tonight I was listening to the local sports station, and one of the hosts, who’s kind of a douche to begin with, was going off about how Vancouver’s mayor (who by the way is über hot, and the man behind Happy Planet, which is awesome!) is making moves to build more bike lanes in the city. I’m thinking that most sane people wouldn’t really get their knickers in a knot over something that would actually make the roads safer and maybe even the world a little healthier by way of encouraging people to cycle rather than hop inside their gas-spewing, climate-change inducing, ugly vehicles! But nooooo, good ‘ol, Mercedes-driving, leather-pant wearing David Praat is aghast that his taxpayer dollars are going towards something that would benefit, and […]

I don’t know how they do it, I really, really don’t. I’m only in my first full official week of marathon training and I’m already freaking out about how the heck I’m going to fit it all in. I thought I knew what I was getting into, but really, until you factor it all in, and really register it, you have no idea. The Running Room’s marathon training consists of five days a week of running, with distances that range anywhere from 6 km to 32 km. Add to that the one day of the week of strength training for my core, and the remaining day of the week for yoga to stretch out what I imagine will soon be extremely tight muscles, and there’s no more days of the week left! I half jokingly told Mario the other day that he’s pretty much not gonna see me for the

Oh man, the poor kid working the Running Room tonight had no idea what he was in for the second I walked through those doors. Had he have known, he may very well have bolted the doors before me and my picky shoe selecting ways could torment him. And torment I did. Yes, I am a picky shoe shopper, even when it comes to my running shoes. I know I’m not supposed to look at them as a fashion accessory, but more as a functional tool. But seriously, when someone’s trying to convince you to buy a shoe that looks like a Kleenex box and feels like a brick and is all like charcoal grey mixed with an ugly, nasty shade of blue – what girl actually wants that? Not me. Nope. No way. So yes, I’ve had a few wars with the Running Room staff over the years when it

Cheesecake + chocolates + wine + late nights = running disaster! This morning was my first 10k LSD (long slow distance) training run and you’d think I’d try to be somewhat healthy for the couple of days before the run, you know, get a good night’s sleep, eat a healthy diet, stay hydrated, the usual. But no, somehow I got it in my sweet little head that 10k was nothing, I could do it in my sleep. Bring on the wine and cheesecake, and sleep, who needs that? Turns out, I do! Today’s run totally kicked my butt. My legs felt like 10 tonne bricks. My breathing was laboured. My energy levels were non-existent. And I kept checking my Garmin to see if it was time for another walk break – and all this was on a long SLOW distance run! I didn’t get out of bed until 8:30, which was

It is well past my bedtime! And yet, I’ve still got at least an hour before I can get some partial shuteye. Somehow – somehow! – I have found myself in a situation where I am baking a cheesecake at midnight! I don’t know how it happened, really I don’t. One minute I was watching a movie (Fish Tank = good but so very disturbing) and the next I’m mixing up the cream cheese and sugar and vanilla extract and heavy cream! Something must have possessed me … something that really does like the cheesecake, and that really did want to try out my new Junior’s Cheesecake recipe book. It just had to have been … good thing I heart cheesecake! So, a while back a fellow blogger lent me a book all about diabetes – Cheating Destiny by James S. Hirsch (a type 1 diabetic with a kid who