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It’s amazing what the legs can do in spite of an uncooperative head. When I woke up this morning I knew that if I took my pillow downstairs to the couch, it would be a big mistake, huge mistake, but the little devil on my shoulder reasoned with me. It’s still too early to go for a run, she said, just a few moments relaxing on the couch surely won’t hurt. I succumbed … and I stayed on that damn couch until 10:45 a.m. – 45 minutes after Mario had left for road hockey and 45 minutes after I had first intended on going for a run. And when I finally pulled my sleepy head off the couch, it took another hour before I mustered up enough energy to get my butt out the door. And I was still struggling, that first kilometre nearly killed me. I was tired, my […]

So you know that whole superchick status I was boasting about yesterday? Well, turns out, Mario “may” be suffering because of it. See, last night before I went to bed I was thinking about being a superhero and so of course I ended up being a superhero in my dreams, and I totally kicked some major bad boy butt! However, in real life, it seems I “may” have coco-bonked Mario’s head with my elbow (I’m betting that’s the exact moment I body slammed the bad guy.) But here’s the thing, I don’t remember doing it, he says I did, but I didn’t wake up, so there’s no proof, it’s just Mario’s word against mine … and, well, the bad dude in my dreams word too 😉 I had my first non-private, group pilates session tonight and I was totally freaking out about it. At my fourth and last private session

I think I might have bit off more than I can chew. I know it was just two days ago that I presented you with my wants, and don’t wants, and my all-out lofty goals, but upon further review, I’m now second guessing – all of it. It could have something to do with the fact that I haven’t slept well in two days, that I was up super early yesterday morning and home super late last night, and that this morning somehow my side of the bed turned into the wrong side of the bed. Or maybe, just maybe, that rebellious body of mine is telling me something with all its oddball aches and pains. I went for a run tonight to clear my head. As mentioned, I was in a mood, which is really no fun for anyone around as I’m not exactly the most communicative when I

Goals. I’ve been thinking about those a lot lately. I’ve been trying to figure out what exactly I want from this next marathon and what I want from my running in general this year. And well, it turns out, I want a lot. My first marathon was all about finishing, I had no expectations (at least that’s what I told myself) and that was great. But this one, I want more. There will no longer be that element of surprise as there was with the first one. I’m going to know what to expect from the first kilometre to the 42nd kilometre. Yes, yes I know that every race is different, but at least now I’ll know what the bottom dregs of that last 10 km could feel like, and hopefully I’ll now know how to avoid it and/or get through it. And so, for this race, I want to

Finally! After more than six months of yearning and two months of harassing the employees and the big bosses too, I finally got me an iPhone 4 this weekend – but not without having to make sacrifices first. My desire for an iPhone took having to get up at 7 a.m. yesterday morning (which is far too early) leave the house a half hour later sans shower, stand in a line outside the Apple store for an hour before it opened, with 10 people in front of me, 20 people behind me, and no idea whether I’d get an appointment or not, finally being granted one for 11:30, which meant I was stuck in the mall for two more hours! Have I mentioned how much I hate malls? (Luckily I brought my book.) I also had to endure a one-sided conversation with a slimy guy who thought he was all that;