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Thanks everyone for your comments/well wishes with yesterday’s post. I was somewhat having one of those down days, but I hope that with the start-up of my running this week, as minimal as it shall be, those kinds of woe-is-me days will be fewer and farther between. My husband is sure determined to make it so. When Mario discovered yesterday, upon his return from his weekly Sunday road hockey game, that I had opted out of aqua jogging in favour of a long trainer ride in the evening, his eyes perked up. He knew I’d been having a rough morning, and decided it was high time he cooked up a trainer ride never to be forgotten. This ride, Le Tour de Loft, as he calls it, had all the elements of a classic tour. There were great mountain ranges to climb, and death-defying hills to soar down, and super long […]

I’m tired of people telling me I can’t run. I’m tired of them telling me to be patient. I’m tired of them telling me they know what I’m going through. I’m tired of seeing them excitedly boast about their glorious runs on Facebook. I’m tired of not feeling any pain and yet not being able to run. I’m tired of worrying about the mileage I’m missing. And I’m tired of the fact I’m not running being thrown in my face every freaking which way I turn! This is what greeted me on my way into Bed Bath and Beyond this afternoon … all I wanted were some freaking towels, not a slap in the face! It’s been three weeks since my sneakers last hit the pavement, three weeks since I got that nasty call about the stress fracture, three weeks since my running peeps kept on running without me, three

Blog readers, I need your help. A few months ago my big brother sent me an email asking if I was running the Vancouver Sun Run this year. Truthfully, it’s not a favourite run of mine. While the location is beautiful, the people that run that race, I don’t know, they’re just all over the place. And the reward, a cotton shirt, doesn’t exactly make up for the claustrophobia stress. But, for my big brother, if he was going to run it, you darn rights I’d be running it too. See, SuperMattMan is not a distance runner. He’s a soccer player, a good soccer player, he runs all-out short sprints like no other, but long distances do nothing for him. When I used to live with him, I’d guilt him into running 7-8 km with me at night, and he’d put up such a fuss about it, but wouldn’t dare

You see this tea, this chocolate chai tea, it was more than just tea for me, it was a brief moment today, just 10 minutes in a quiet corner of a British cafe, with Brit accents all around me, and the aroma of chocolate swirling up into my nose, and the daintiness of drinking from a China cup, no work, no phones, no stress, just a moment of perfection. A moment so desperately needed. I’m pooped. Last night, instead of trudging through yet another trainer ride while watching an episode of True Blood, Mario popped in Chasing Legends, a movie that documented HTC Columbia’s ride through the 2009 Tour de France, and it also went through a little bit of the Tour’s history. And you know, I never thought I’d actually enjoy the trainer, but last night proved me wrong. With that movie, riding while watching one of my favourite

Dear husband, I regret to inform you that your best friend duties are no longer needed. To be blunt, you’ve been replaced. Don’t cry, there’s no need for tears here, you’ve got many a great qualities, it’s just that, well, the physio this morning, he proved more worthy of that best friend status. I had no choice really. How could I not have made him my new BFF when he was the one to have gloriously told me that I could again soon be lacing up my sneakers! It’s been two weeks and two days since I last ran (but I’m not counting) and two weeks exactly since I had a near break down following the phone call from my doc where he ordered me to stop running because of stress fractures “all throughout” my ankles. But this morning, my new BFF, with a copy of my scans, softened that