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Dear friends, if the sound of your lungs are anywhere near resembling the exhaust system of a 1980 Honda Civic, I have some words of advice for you that may or may not have come from first-hand knowledge: 1. Avoid carrots at all costs. While these orange Bugs Bunny favs are nutritional heros on many fronts, chocker block full of Vitamins B, C, D and E, they’re also your friend’s, your co-workers, your acquaintance’s, and even random stranger’s worst nightmare. Unless these suckers are coming from a jar of baby food (and really, do you want to go there?) they’re going to be spewing right back up and out for at least a good hour after every time you have a hacking attack. 2. Ahh oranges, their citrus Vitamin C goodness must be the perfect cold remedy right? Wrong. Imagine yourself three days straight coughing, and not just a wimpy […]

Today didn’t exactly turn out the way it was supposed to. Under ideal conditions I would have been racing 15 km around Birch Bay. But, the stress fractures put a wrench in those plans. And so, in these lesser than ideal conditions, I should have been outside enjoying the sun peaking through my blinds. But, the stuffed head, infected snot, phlegmy throat killed those plans. Instead, I spent my Saturday in bed. Awesome … note the sarcasm! I hate being sick, I’m like the worst patient ever! I’m miserable, I’m irritable, I’m emotional, and oh man am I ever bitter with thoughts like why the hell am I sick, why didn’t these germs latch on to that healthy looking person over there, why the hell did they latch onto me?!? So on Monday morning when Mario told me he was feeling a cough coming on, I first glared and then

I choose life. About a month ago I was presented with an opportunity that at first I adamantly balked at. No way, no how was I going to be running the Death Race. The fact that it had the word death in it pretty much sealed the deal right there for me. I did not have any desires to be apart of something that involved death. Just ask my soon-to-be-brother-in-law; he’s been suggesting we form a team for more than two years now to which I have repeatedly shot down. The opportunity to join another team in the Canadian Death Race was posed last month when I went rock climbing with the boys from I Challenge Diabetes, an organization that prides itself on pushing the limits for diabetics, and making sure us type 1s know that we are NOT limited because of this disease.  Founder and Canadian Olympic rowing champion

Brace yourself folks, I have some news, unbelievable news, shocking news, your-mouth-will-be-left-agape news. Are you sitting down? Are you ready for this? Okay, here goes … be forewarned,  if you’re not prepared, stop reading now, I take no responsibility for you passing out from sheer disbelief … drum roll please … IthinkImightactuallylikeaquajogging!!! Shocking! I KNOW! But hear me out on this. I met up with my favourite iron chickie again tonight and had a real go at the water unlike Sunday’s aqua stroll, and I was actually getting the hang of it, and we all know how much I do so like mastering a sport, and I could feel it, like ohmygawd, I was actually working my legs – so much so I got a freaking leg cramp! And my heart rate was just a booming, and again, I tend to be a fan of the sports that get my heart

“And a good day to you too, Mr. Sun.” When I woke up this morning, a good hour and a half later than I usually would on a Sunday, the sun was beaming in through my bedroom window, and it was just far too beautiful a sight for me to wallow in the fact that I wasn’t running 26 km this morning with my girls. How could I possibly be miserable when on the first day of spring, the weather gods were shining ever so favourably upon me? Yes folks, I’ve decided to make lemonade out of the lemons handed to me. I got up, had breakfast, put on my bathing suit and with a horrified germaphobe look on my face, headed over to the Canada Games Pool. I’ve never gone swimming at this pool, so when I came out of the change room I had a bit of a