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I really do need to learn some restraint, as it sure would come in handy whenever I walked into a running store. I had to go birthday shopping for my nephew today who’s having his birthday bash for the BIG 5 tomorrow. In total, I have eight nieces and nephews and I love them all equally but differently if that makes sense. When my oldest nieces were born, I was pretty young, just 12 and 13, and they became more like little sisters to me than nieces. And when my oldest nephew and middle niece were born, I was a teenager and young adult and more into partying than oohing and awing over the new babies. But Super C-Boy, he was the one who made me actually want to have a child of my own after years of saying nope, no kids for me. I headed out to Newport Village because […]

Oh-my-goodness. Last night, I left for my run with my mouth agape. Seriously agape. Runners, we like to talk, and not just about your run-of-the-mill, how’s-the-weather kind of stuff. We talk about everything – hello, runner’s diarrhea, need I say more? Some of the stuff I’ve heard and some of the stuff I’ve said in any other situation would stop people in their tracks and have them slowly backing away for safety. But because we’re all runners, pretty much anything goes. Last night, though, I finally found a runner who actually did manage to shock the heck out of me. And not in a good way. This woman is training for a half marathon, which in itself is no easy feat, but she’s trying to do it on a low-carb diet! Are you kidding me? On a normal day, in a normal world, where I’m not eating-drinking-sleeping-breathing running, I can’t live

I have a confession. I think I might be a shopaholic – in denial. Case in point: Last week, I went on a bit of a shopping spree, but it wasn’t my fault, it had to be done. See, here’s the thing, I had a handful of Running Room coupons (20 per cent off, 15 per cent off, 10 per cent off) that were all about to expire, and given the cost of most of the stuff at the Running Room, I couldn’t possibly let the coupons go to waste now could I? So really, it’s the Running Room’s fault, not mine at all 😉 Now, while I see that as a perfectly logical explanation,  most would call it a shopaholic in denial. But lucky for me, it’s only for running gear … or maybe not so lucky given that I spend a good portion of my days in a

How’s this for getting things done: A 6 km run before 5:30 a.m., flights booked for Europe before 6:30 a.m. and off to work before 7:30 a.m. Now that’s what I call a productive morning! When the alarm went off this morning I thought it was Sunday and that it was 6:15 a.m., the regular get-up time for Sunday’s long slow distance run, which is probably the only thing that actually got me out of bed. But when I realized that it was Tuesday, and it was actually 4:30 a.m., I stood blankly beside the bed for what seemed like 10 minutes, but was probably only 30 seconds, before grumbling to Mario that maybe I shouldn’t go for a run, maybe I should just climb back into bed. But apparently that 30 seconds was enough for Mario to get out of bed, which meant there was no going back to

Welcome to Zombieland, a place I tend to visit every Sunday, Monday and even sometimes Tuesday. Following a long run, my body and brain are in major lethargic mode, which isn’t always the happiest place to be. I can’t get enough sleep, my eyes are heavy, my mouth is in constant yawn mode, and my social skills are practically non existent. Last Monday, I think it was 3 o’clock before I willingly sparked my first casual conversation of the day, which is saying a lot. And today, it took everything I had to force myself out of bed, following an afternoon nap, my third of the day, to open up my computer and start concocting this blog (thank goodness for holiday Mondays!). Should I really expect anything less, though? I mean, I have just put my body through the grinder, pounding my feet up and down for three hours, depleting