Running

hills, speed, lsd

Pain before gain

Races, Running, Training

Note to self: Do not EVER plan an event. About a month ago I had organized a run for my girls and I along the Seawall. I even made a Facebook page of it! I hadn’t run with any of them in so long as we’re all on different training schedules and I figured it would be a great opportunity to bring us all together again. The event – Run with Royalty – was scheduled for Sunday. You will note, I did not run Sunday. That’s because I injured my knee; tweaked it two weeks prior to the run, full on injured it a week prior, thus causing me to cancel 🙁 With no running, I got lots of ‘artistic’ time on my hands (much to Mario’s chagrin I’m sure) 😉 I was mortified. Not because I couldn’t run necessarily, and not because I was worried that my training would be […]

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Silver lining

Diabetes, Running, Training

Thirty four days. Thirty four hard, longing, obsessive, mood-swinging, shaky days. That’s how long I lasted. No chocolate for 34 days, but after the week I’ve had, the no-chocolate streak came to an end. And let me just say, that first bite was the most heavenly thing I’ve ever experienced. The chocolate oozed over my tongue, melted on my teeth, it’s nutty, raisin, cocoaness filled my senses. My eyes widened, my nose perked, my skin tingled, and my tongue, oh man did it taste. Heaven. One of the best, most delectable decisions I’ve made. Dear chocolate, I promise never to desert you again. Despite this week being a struggle almost from start to finish with blood sugar dramas and running injuries and work stresses, it hasn’t all been bad. In fact, there have been a few spectacular moments squeezed in there. On Saturday, my niece finally had her baby shower

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Stolen identities

Diabetes, Running

As soon as I met up with my super smart, soon-to-be diabetes doctor chick yesterday, my eyes darted to her chest like a magnet to a fridge. Seriously, it was worse than a 14-year-old boy gawking at the likes of Farrah Fawcett circa 1978. But the thing is, my eyes glued to her chest had nothing to do with her chest at all. It was what was sparkling in front of her chest that had stolen my stares. Tiffany! That necklace is a neclace I have been coveting for months now, stalking it on the Tiffany website, seeing it around the necks of celebrities and models in magazines, and dreaming of it around my own neck one day. I may very well have had to wipe the drool from my face seeing it in the flesh! Yesterday was the last date my diabetes doctor chick and I will be able

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Sunday bloody Sunday

Diabetes, Running, Training

Yesterday was a disastrous day for me on so many levels, and I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to write this post. I wanted to hide under my pillow and forget it never happened. But now, it’s truth time. Coming clean No. 1: Last week, in the last kilometre of my long run, I tweaked my knee. The pounding on the pavement proved too much for my legs, and my left hip once again got jammed so far up my back, it was as though my left leg was a bloody stump compared to my right. My physio yanked my hip back into place, did some fist kneading, and then put the ultrasound machine and ice on my knee to reduce the swelling. Within a day, everything was feeling back to normal. I took the week off from running and relied on the bike trainer and pilates for my fitness.

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Claustrophobic, germaphobic, stranger spermaphobic

Diabetes, Running

Why is it when you don’t want something to happen, it always happens? Case in point: My current sun tan. I have never been a girl to lay for hours under the sun, or step foot in a tanning bed, or put orange blotchy creams on my skin to achieve the white girl, over-Brazilianed look. First of all, my self-diagnosed ADD wouldn’t ever allow me more than 3 minutes under the baking sun before I was jumping up, antsy to do something else; second of all, my claustrophobic, germaphobic, stranger spermaphobic (I’ve heard stories) would never allow me to get anywhere near a tanning bed; and third of all, the nuclear creams, did them once when I was 13 and had pumpkin-coloured hands for like a month after, no thank you! But most of all, I burn, and not a slight, light burn, a nasty, angry, beet red, sometimes eggplant

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