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Oh man, was I ever in need of a serious endorphin hit. For two straight days, I was in a mood, and as Mario will attest to, I’m not exactly the funnest chick to be around when I get in a mood. I was grouchy, glum, testy, the littlest of things were setting me off into a downward spiral. And I couldn’t figure it out. I mean, I had just come off a great weekend, watched my husband in his cycling glory, celebrated an amazing milestone, so why the gloom? I thought maybe it was a lack of sleep, I had been having a lot of early mornings and late nights, that could do it, I thought. But then I got a good night sleep and I still didn’t snap out of it. So I thought it was the weather, it had been grey and rainy for a couple of […]

Leading up to this past weekend, Mario and I kibitzed about how my grandpa and his pops were hanging out “upstairs,” congratulating themselves on a job well done. See, we have this theory that it was the two of them who pulled  strings in the two of us meeting six years ago. It was four months after the death of my grandpa and just a couple of weeks after the death of his pops, when I walked into the Burnaby newsroom as a pretty green, and yet still a somewhat jaded journalist. Mario was the first face I saw. Little did I know then that the guy who grunted at me in that very first meeting would become the love of my life who I would celebrate the most amazing year of marriage with this past Sunday. My grandpa and his pops, though, they knew 😀 We spent the weekend

Well, it was bound to happen I suppose; I have been running for more than four years without a single case of road rash’itis’ – until today. At 20.67 km, the brick road attacked me, I kid you not, out of nowhere it lifted up just like how they did in that super-lame ‘2012’ John Cusack movie! I was focused. I wasn’t checking out my form (or my legs) in windows. I wasn’t daydreaming. My blood sugars weren’t low. The road attacked me! It wasn’t too bad though, I picked myself up right away and kept running. And beyond a few curse words and about 30 seconds of throbbing pain, it was nothing. But seriously, could it not have waited one more week? could it not have waited until after my girlfriend’s wedding next weekend where I will be sporting a pretty girl short dress? Seriously? I’m so gonna look like

Just like with tendonitis, my hypochondria was seriously flared up again tonight. Earlier in the week I wasn’t sure if I was going to attend tonight’s clinic talk as I wasn’t going to be running. But when I heard that the Yoshi dude (love his name!) from Innovative Fitness was coming in to talk about over training, I figured I should sit in. The guy is like a fitness genius! And the topic, over training, seemed harmless enough. But oh how wrong I was. For someone who is the biggest Runner’s Hypochondriac there is (that would be me!) it was so not the best clinic for me to attend. Listening to Yoshi go over all the itis’s, my eyes grew to the size of scary saucers and my jaw dropped, I kid you not, I actually had to close my mouth a few times! I was sure I had every

When I saw that flash of lightning crack through the sky on my way to the track tonight, I got all giddy inside thinking my dreams of the day were about to come true: Speed training would surely have to be canceled if it were lightening out, wouldn’t it? 😀 Some of you may have noticed that I put a Gloomy Gus emoticon next to a sentence, last week, that declared the end of hill training. And if you’re new to my blog, you may have thought I was being sarcastic, and rightfully so, given that there really aren’t too many runners out there who jump for joy when it comes to hill training. I, however, am one of those runners. I haven’t really been overly secretive when it comes to my love of hills. I love speeding up them, I love passing people on them, I love feeling like