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I don’t care what anyone says, red wine is a brilliant training strategy! Case in point: About two months ago, Mario and I had dinner with friends on a Saturday night. Every time the four of us get together, we usually share a bottle of wine, sometimes two. But this was the first get together since starting my training, and I was a little worried about my wine intake, but I figured, meh, I could get away with a glass, maybe even three. And I was right. The next morning, I had a killer LSD run. My legs felt fresh, I felt super speedy, it was like I was Princess of the World! But last night, when I went out with a couple of old girlfriends of mine, who I’ve been friends with since we were 15, I again had concerns. The three of us hadn’t seen each other in months, […]

Oh no! My toe is purple! Remember how I was complaining of swollen feet and bruised toes after Sunday’s 29 km run through the thick of the 34 degree temperature. Well, it seems, one of those toes went from being a tad tender to a nasty, ugly shade of purple – the horror of runners all around. And as much as I love the shade of purple on almost anything else (I even had a pair of purple Guess jeans when I was 14 :D) I am really not so keen on the shade taking over my toes. I mean seriously, my feet (and everyone else’s for that matter) are already super ugly, and Barney the Purple Toe does not help to beautify them whatsoever! I suppose I could take this purply development in the opposite direction though: It’s probably better than say a hip injury, and it could very well

Do you ever have one of those days where you just want to drop everything and scream, not whimper, not cry, but full-on scream? I’m talking standing in the middle of the room, knees bent, belly curved inwards, shoulders hunched, fists clenched by your side, top of your lungs, glass shattering, majorly animated Twisted Sister screaming? Sometimes I wonder what people would do if an adult, such as myself, did just that. I mean, when kids do it, people stare, they judge, some glare (oh come on, we know you do) but with an adult, what do you think? Do you think they’d avert their eyes downwards, making sure not to make eye contact, and scurry away as fast as they could? Do you think they’d try to get you to stop like a parent trying to calm her three-year-old temper tantrumming little hellion? Or do you think they’d call

The other day a girlfriend of mine let me in on a lesson that was drilled into her at an early age from her dad. The four most important words in the English language, she told me, are: I know a guy. Well folks, I know a gal! Yesterday was supposed to be a mandatory rest day, and I had every intention to do just that, given that I had just brutalized my body running 29 km in 34 degree heat, and that I had spent the better portion of the morning walking around like a 90 year old who had just undergone a double hip replacement. But here’s the thing, an opportunity presented itself. An opportunity to learn, first hand, how to do a proper lunge. Something I figured I kind of needed to know in order to keep myself injury free on this Legs Love Lunges Challenge I’ve

Okay seriously, where did the weekend go? I swear it’s like I blinked and it was gone. Probably had something to do with the fact that it was so chock-a-block full of stuff to do and absolutely no lallygagging time whatsoever! As soon as I was done work on Friday, Mario and I booked it into East Van to meet up with Charly and Gavin for Free Beer Fridays and then later went for dinner at Les Faux Bourgeois, a quaint French Bistro that Mario’s been eyeing up, and that Charly, who’s been a few times already, has been salivating over. Her drool was not over exaggerated. The food was amazing. I had the portobello parmentier, followed up with chocolate mousse = yum! A great precursor to the real deal 😀 But as great as the evening was, and it was so great, I learned a very troubling thing. I