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Running with BOB, part 2

Diabetes, Running, Training

So. BOB. I suppose I should retract some of my former statements regarding my newest running partner. I suppose I should say I don’t loathe him, I don’t hate him, he’s not the worst thing to happen to running since toe shoes, but I’m kind of stubborn so I’m not going to outright say that 😉 Instead, I will tell you that we’ve actually kind of started working through those kilometres together, no longer fighting each other with each stride/roll we take. I don’t procrastinate my runs with him, nor do I fret them. It seems, I’ve finally resigned to the fact BOB is my new running partner… no getting around that. But my gawd, trying to keep up a good, solid, coach-instructed tempo pace – with BOB – is freaking hard as hell! Coach NZ wants me to be pacing out my tempo runs below 5:30 min/km, which should be […]

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Run Around The Rosie

Diabetes, Running, Training

The sun, it can be a blessing in one hand, and a Dementor in another – sucking all life out of a speedy run! I love the longer days. I love being able to head out for a run as soon as Big Ring gets home from work and still be in daylight hours. I love being able to go out in shorts and a tank top, and not have to layer up to a Pillsbury Dough Girl state. I love the colours of the flowers, the smells of the evening barbecues, and the happy chatter all around me. #Blessing The sun and daffodils = a perfect spring day! However, the people, well, there’s a lot left to be desired there let me just say. (Yes, yes, I know, that happy chatter is coming from those same people… so maybe it’s the happy chatter – FROM AFAR – I like ;))

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Gift of the gab… or not

Diabetes, Running, Training

I’m a great talker, always have been, my parents used to tease me for talking their ears off, they’d tell me to go outside and take a breath (I’m pretty sure they needed a breather from my nattering too). I love talking so much, I even entered a business where I needed the gift of the gab to get the story. And yet, when it comes to big crowds, when it comes to me standing before a class of 10, 20, 30 students (regardless of age), in front of a video camera destined for the world, and even a small wedding audience consisting of my nearest and dearest – I freak out. My hands shake, my voice quivers, my body goes into full-on sweats. Presentation speaking is NOT my thing. This week, however, I tried to quash those fears with a presentation to a mass communications class at the University of

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Sprinting and The Brain

Diabetes, Running, Training

Our brains, they’re funny little creations aren’t they! Or is it just mine? While running yesterday’s speed repeats, which I totally rocked (unlike the previous week) it suddenly dawned on me that 200-metre repeats are essentially the equivalent of sprinting for 1 minute – just 1 minute – something I had been doing with my program since February, and yet, once my program switched from timed repeats to distance repeats, it was as though my brain could not comprehend such a task, causing my legs to rebel. Last week, my legs wanted nothing to do with 200 metres. My lungs were gasping for air at just 50 metres in. My brain was saying just stop already, you can’t do this, you might as well give up. And a couple times, in my first sets of repeats, I did wimp out, cutting them short, or slowing my pace down. So yesterday, instead

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Directionally disturbed

Diabetes, Running

When I opened my eyes this morning there was lead weighting down my feet, sleep fairies blurring my vision, and every Negative Nelly excuse clouding my judgement. I had wanted to go for a run this morning, I was sure I did, and yet, when the alarm (aka: Big Ring) jolted me awake, I wanted nothing more than to roll over, stuff my head under my pillow, and go back to the land of dreams. It’s too cold, I moaned. I’m not feeling so great, I whined. I’m tired, I whimpered. And then the negotiations: I’ll go when it’s warmer out. I’ll go when I’m more awake. I’ll go this afternoon. Translation: I won’t go. Somehow, I don’t know how, I fought through it enough to get myself kitted up for a run, but even after squeezing into my compression tights (which by the way is NO easy task) I

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