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Ahhh sleep, how I’ve missed you so. But fear not, my dear friend, you will once again be a vital part of my life come tomorrow. Today, July 24, 2010, marked the end of the 97th Tour de France. And you know what that means: No more 3:30, 4:30, 5 a.m. alarm clock wake-up calls. No more squeaky office chairs and tapping keyboards in the wee hours of the morning (although, he did stop sitting in the chair and did stop Google-searching once he realized it impeded my sleep). No more bright TV lights. And no more excited husband waking me up an hour before I wanted to get up to watch the two-second time difference bruhaha between Contador and Schleck. “I thought you’d want to see it too,” he said, far too excited for any human being at 7:30 in the morning. I so could have waited for the […]

When I got up yesterday morning, I had every intention of posting a blog, but as the day progressed my plans were foiled. And it wasn’t my fault, nope, not all. I was kidnapped. My annual eye appointment was first thing yesterday morning right in the heart of Vancouver, which meant I couldn’t even sleep in on a day I wasn’t going to work. Every time this appointment rolls around I always chide myself for booking it so early, but it never fails, when they ask me what time I want to come in next, I always pick the earliest slot available. Why? Because for the first 20 years of these appointments, I would inevitably be holed up in the opthamology clinic for at least four hours. Despite envying the eye glass wearers of the world (yes, I really do … what can I say, I love the way I

Brace yourself folks, I’ve got some disturbing news, really disturbing. Ever since the Giro d’Italia two years ago I’ve been drooling over the molasses-coloured skin, the finely sculpted smooth calves, and the thick Spanish accent of Alberto Contador. He’s a Spaniard, he’s the King of the Mountains, he’s hot! How on earth could I not love this cyclist? Even last year in the Tour, when he was up against Lance, who is also a major hottie, I was rooting all the way for Contador. And I even told Mario that if my Contador ever came a knocking, as much as I love my dear husband, he would be a walking. But now, in the final days of Le Tour, I think my lust love may actually be wavering – for Mr. Eye Candy himself, Andy Schleck! The young cyclist from Luxemburg has been racing hard this year, not letting up for

I was pretty excited for my run tonight. It’s been a week since I last ran with my girls, and I was in desperate need of some good girly running chatter. The iPod just doesn’t always cut it. And I was also excited because one of my favourite gals (we’ll just call her Bianchi Girl … jealous!) returned to the pavement after what seemed like centuries of her being away, but was in all actuality just 10 days. I LOVE REUNIONS! And I love freebies! The Running Room held its annual 20-minute challenge, a free event that is meant to encourage people to get off their arses and into a more physically fit state of mind. And what better way to get people out than freebies, right. All participants were given a free, technical running hat – which I was in desperate need of. I missed last year’s challenge as I

I know I’ve said it before, but it doesn’t matter how many times I do it, I am always filled with shaking-of-the-head thoughts on how it’s just not normal for people to get up as early as Mario and I have been the last few weeks … granted, I’ve only been doing it one day of the week, whereas he’s been putting in five to seven days of god-awful early mornings. And when I say early, I’m talking about 3:30 and 4:30 early! Not normal, nope, not at all. Mario had already been up for an hour watching the mountainous stage of the Tour when I managed to drag myself out of bed at 4:30. Hello early morning run day, I really haven’t missed you. I was pretty groggy leaving the condo, hardly able to manage even so much as a wave to Mario … hey, it was still dark