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This morning was not a normal Tuesday morning. I was out with the wake-up birds and the early morning workers and the commuters. But I wasn’t the one commuting, not this morning. I was running. Because I had a late-night meeting to cover tonight, I decided to skip work this morning to take on a 6-8 km run first thing. However, my blood sugars almost got in the way. I woke up with a low, which rarely ever happens, usually only on the days when I want to go for a run first thing. It’s as though my body is saying screw you to me knowing I’m about to put it through the wringer. And it’s hard to get out after a morning low … at least for me it is. Waking up with a low pretty much depletes all the motivation stores, and if you can fight through that, […]

The other day when my ankle issue was diagnosed as scar tissue, I initially thought it to be the lesser evil. I mean, scar tissue can’t be nearly as bad as a fracture or a break or a cracked bone can it? Hmm … after just one night’s sleep I started to second guess that theory. Yes a broken/fractured/cracked bone would suck, but on the flip side, there would actually be something to fix. Scar tissue, however, is essentially a scar right, it sticks around – forever. So does that mean I’m going to be riddled with this tenderness for the rest of my being? If that’s the case, definitely NOT the lesser evil, more like the devil’s incarnate! What do you think? I’m hoping Sunday’s run was a sign that maybe, just maybe, scar tissue can in fact be cured. As you may recall, the doc gave me a topical

For almost the whole drive into the valley this morning I was cursing myself. What was I thinking wearing my orange jacket and not my red jacket? My orange jacket is for cold days not rainy days whereas my red jacket is for rainy days and today was most definitely a rain-riddled day. It’s still raining 🙁 That’s the downside of running 45 minutes away from where you live, you can’t just quickly jog back home if you forget something or make a silly mistake in your dressing attire. I try to be as prepared as I can, I always ask Mario what the weather’s supposed to be like, how cold it’s going to be, etc., etc.. But this morning when he told me it would be 5 degrees and light rain, my brain zeroed in on the “light” part of the equation. See, I’ve come to loathe my red

Just like the boy who lived I, too, grew up with scar on my forehead that had a spectacular story attached to it, mind you my story probably wasn’t quite as dramatic as Harry Potter’s. I didn’t have Death Eaters chasing after me with unforgiveable curses after all, but I did have a gushing of blood, oh did I ever. While Potter got his scar from Voldemort’s wand, I got mine from my dear sister’s golf club. I was six-year’s-old and was trying to figure out how to hit a golf ball in our backyard. After many failed attempts, my big sister grabbed the club out of my hands and told me to move over, she’d show me how it was done. Apparently, I didn’t move over far enough. She hit the ball, and on the follow through, she also connected with my forehead. And as the blood splurted out

Okay, maybe not friend, more like the lesser evil. All week I’ve been meaning to go to the walk-in clinic to pick up a requisition form to get my ankle x-rayed, but I kept getting thrown obstacles: I accidentally drove past the exit on the way home, had pilates, figured I’d go after last night’s run only to discover it closed early. So this morning, at 11:30, I packed myself up and booked it to the nearby clinic. Note to self, 11:30 a.m. is NOT a good time to go to the only walk-in clinic in town, a town that is seriously lacking in family physicians. I walked through the door, grabbed the number 39 from the dispenser, and realized there were 11 other numbers ahead of mine. Oh crud. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before but I have a serious fear of all things sick. I hate