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Pain in the ass

Diabetes, Running

I want to scream, like full-on scream, a scream laced with vicious f-bombs, and with my fists punching the walls and my feet kicking the doors. I am mad as hell, and the source of my anger starts square in the middle of my ass. I ran to Fort Langley yesterday and I thought all I got out of it were a ton of lousy mosquito bites, but no, it seems I also got the gift of a pain in my ass. Oh freaking joy. Once again, my body (as diagnosed by Mario and I) is out of alignment. Cue the bloody F bombs! YESTERDAY’S RUN: 11 a.m. BG before: 7.9 Temp. basal: -50 per cent (4 hours) Distance: 15 km Average pace: 6:33 min/km Time: 1:39:09 Temp. basal: +50 per cent (2 hours) I wasn’t feeling the motivation for yesterday’s run. I’d had a few glasses of wine the […]

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Devil in disguise

Running

Dear Devonshire, why oh why do you tempt me so. Yesterday’s work day was all about the tea. Tea in the morning, tea in the mid-morning, tea for lunch, tea in the afternoon, and then of course tea with high tea. And well, really, how could I possibly resist the three tiers of crustless sandwiches, the finger-licking good wildberry streussels and brownies and butter tarts, and oh man tea scones with strawberries and Devonshire cream. Ohhhhh to die for really. Literally. This could very well be the devil in disguise Do you see those three tiers? This is what it looks like done. Did I happen to mention yesterday was a run day? Yeah, that kind of sucked … especially given that I decided at the last minute to join my girls for their hill training: YESTERDAY’S HILLS: 6:25 p.m. BG before: 10.1 Temp. basal: -50 per cent (2 hours)

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Living the Perpetuem dream

Diabetes, Running

Yesterday was the first real summer day we’ve experienced here on the West Coast, and because my body has suffered through nine months of nasty, ugly, cold  weather it hasn’t yet had a chance to acclimatize to the heat, and as a result, I suffered a major heat-related migraine last night. And I got to say, sitting in front of the computer with a head that feels like someone is pounding nails into it probably wasn’t the best thing to do … but then again, I didn’t really make a whole lot of smart choices yesterday (keep reading). And because I was somewhat distracted by the agonizing pain, I completely neglected the most important fact of Saturday’s Grouse Grind achievement: the post-Grind chocolate gelato topped with a piece of fleur de sel milk chocolate – oh yum 😀 It feels like Paris every time we visit Chocoaterie de la Nouvelle

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Waiting for the Great One

Running, Uncategorized

It was almost 21 years ago when, for two straight weeks, I would barrel out of bed the second the phone rang in the morning, and would blurt out the same question in rapid-fire excitement as soon as the receiver was gripped in my hand: “Is it time?” My big sister was preggers with my first niece, and being the youngest of four, I was so unbelievably stoked to finally have someone younger than me to boss around (priorities right!). Growing up, my dear sweet niece was almost like a little sister; I oohed and awed over her as a baby, grew increasingly annoyed with her as she found her own voice, realized she was a pretty awesome chick, held every one of her accomplishments in high esteem, and loved her every step of the way. One of those special moments forever captured between my niece and I on my

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Sloth in sneakers

Diabetes, Running

Okay, so maybe climbing the Grouse Grind, and drinking beer and eating decadent cheesecake the day before a long run wasn’t the smartest running decision made. The first 5 km felt like my body was twisted up into a million knots and it was not going to untwist kindly, oh no. I was struggling to maintain a constant pace, or even just a good pace, I was slow, oh man, was I ever slow. And my ankles and calves were so super tight, I was begging the running gods to take pity on me. And yet, I wouldn’t have changed a thing. That cheesecake, ohhhhh that decadent Princess-famed cheesecake, was worth every tight step endured. Loving the post-run stretch. After two and a quarter years of living in the loft, Mario and I finally had my brother, sister in law and three nephews over for dinner on Saturday. And because

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