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Two years ago today, I was doing this: With the bestest, most favourite running chicks EVER: Today, I’m doing a little of this … again: Remember these shoes: Well, it seems, these shoes, these beautiful looking New Balance 860 running sneakers, of which I won in a Canadian Running contest a few months back (along with a sports bra, shirt and shorts… love the shirt, like the bra and shorts) are the latest to cause me injury… or close to injury. Following last week’s autumnal run, the first since my half marathon, the heel of my left foot was super tender. I’d had something similar in the spring, not the sharp, searing, tearing pain of plantar fasciitis, but just tenderness, of which ice and rest did the trick. I’m hoping for the same with this one here, but nearly one week post run and I’m still feeling tenderness and random […]

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Race Day: Bellingham Bay half II

So. Where were we? Right, the race itself… When I signed up for this race, I essentially considered it an at-home race. Bellingham is about an hour away, without the border lineup, and over the years I’ve been there countless times. But mostly only for Costco runs or other such cross-border shopping. No exploring. And so, when we arrived at the start in downtown Bellingham, I was immediately taken in by the cuteness of this town; its history, unique eateries, gathering spaces, beauty. And the course itself, while it had all the beauties of B.C., there was still an element of mystery for me to feel like I was exploring new territory. We ran past Little House on the Prairie style houses, along romantic, tree-canopied trails, around the bay jostling for position against the forceful breeze coming up off the water,  past clusters of enthusiastic cheerleaders; one a girl about

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Race Day: Bellingham Bay half I

UNDER 2 HOURS!!! < 2 HOURS!!! SUB 2 HOURS!!! But wait…breathe…calm. First thing’s first: There was rain. There was pain. There was even a train. And oh yes, there was an evil, little brain. When I woke up at 5 a.m. Sunday morning and heard the monsoon crashing at my window, the last thing I wanted was to get up and run a half marathon. And so, when Big Ring commented that his throat was feeling a little tickly, I offered to forgo the run in the name of his health. And when both my shoulders were feeling a little sickly, I suggested maybe it wasn’t wise to put them through 21.1 km. And when the border line up was more like 40 minutes and not the advertised 10, I proposed we opt not to face the sure-to-be prickly border guard and hightail it quickly back home. The fierce jitters

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Wardrobe malfunction

There are some runs that are just so incredibly perfect, you know the ones, the ones that feel like you’ve been running around the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow the entire time. Ahh, bliss is what those are… And then, there are those other runs, the ones that, well, the ones you want to forget about, but never do in hopes of never EVER repeating again. Today’s run was that kind of a run. My feet, legs, lungs and belly were all working pretty good. I wasn’t sucking air, I wasn’t feeling like I’d eaten 10 buckets of ice cream, I wasn’t wishing to be anywhere but there. Nope, today was all about my wardrobe – malfunctioning!!! The shoes were just a small fraction of today’s issues! WARDROBE MALFUNCTION RUN: 12:15 p.m. BG before: 7.6 Carbs: Sezme Snack (12g) no bolus Temp. basal: none Time: 29:42

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