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Tradition

Diabetes, Running, Uncategorized

It’s crazy how long the build-up for Christmas is, hey (I’m pretty sure I heard my first carol the day after Halloween) and then how quick it comes to an end. These last few days have been a blur of social gatherings, glittery shoes, movie goings, Christmas traditions, and chaotic festivities. Today, the day after Christmas, the wrapping paper is all put away, the cookie crumbles fast forming, and the clock back to it’s regular tick-tock, tick-tock. But the memories, they will always stay. Vancouver Christmas Market. On Thursday evening we went to the Vancouver Christmas Market with our favourite Italian family. In just its second year, the German market already had way more vendors than the previous year. All around us there was music, German dialect, German pastries, German burnt cheese (blech!) German wine and German beer. There were German knick knacks, German stines, and a whole assortment of […]

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Fear and loathing

Diabetes, Running

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways… I loathe the way you stay in one place, no new sights to be seen around you, no fresh air blowing against my face, no colours, no thoughts, just the same box of images over and over again. I loathe the way you taunt me with your blinding bright red digits telling me just how long I’ve endured you; never as long as it feels. I loathe the way you pound on my joints, and the way you constantly try to push me off you; to date, only once successfully doing so. I loathe the way you’re always indoors, and almost always under a set of scorching hot spotlights. I loathe the way you attract the tortoise walkers and the cell phone talkers. I loathe the way you make me feel. I loathe your repetitive nature. I loathe you. YESTERDAY’S

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What I’m loving right now…

Diabetes, Running

Colourful twinkle lights all along the boardwalk: Spotting a beautiful vision of my moms decorating her tree when I went to visit her last week: Our version of a Charlie Brown Christmas tree, a dwarfed Alberta spruce, with that fresh green smell wafting through the loft air: Our Christmas tree topper of love birds: The most spectacular gingerbread houses I ever did see on Gingerbread Lane at the Hyatt in Vancouver. Sparkly Christmas flats that I just had to have – and on sale: And my present state of determination: YESTERDAY’S RUN: 7:30 a.m. BG before: 9.1 Temp. basal: -50 per cent (1.5 hours) Distance: 6.5 km Average pace: 6:35 min/km Time: 42:42 9 a.m. BG after: 3.9 Yesterday’s run was bad, like real bad. I had got up especially early because I knew I had a lot to do, and I didn’t want to neglect a run, which I’ve been

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Tweets from a princess

Diabetes

Tweet-Tweet. Tweet-Tweet. Tweet-Tweet. Do you hear that? That noise? That chirping noise? It’s not a pretty robin. It’s not a pretty blue jay. It’s a pretty princess. I am on the Tweeter … er, I mean, Twitter. Technically I’ve been on the Twitter for almost as long as I’ve been on the blog, but after a few short months of Tweeter excitement, I grew bored, and didn’t see the value in it. So for more than a year now, my Tweeter account has been used solely for uploading the blog. Not anymore. After I wrote the social media, yay or nay post a few weeks ago about better promoting myself, I got some feedback from a few of you, most who prefer the Tweeter over the Facebook. And after a bit of thought and deliberation, weighing the pros and cons, and deciding whether or not I could actually keep up

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Minimalist memory

Diabetes, Training

You know that movie 50 First Dates, where Drew Barrymore forgets her life every day? Her character, that’s me most days. While I don’t forget my life completely, I do forget a lot of things. I misplace my keys all the time, forget my purse everywhere (at interviews, at work, in the car, once even in a restaurant on East Hastings; not the best place to do so) and I often forget what I’m about to say just milliseconds before intending to say it. It’s been like this forever. I remember once when I was six years old, I sat at the top of the steps in our house for a good half hour trying to remember why I had gone up the stairs in the first place, retracing every conversation, every thought, every step I made before getting to that forgetful moment. And now, more than 25 years later,

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