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I made a new friend in the park today, an unlikely friend. No, not one of the rubbies that likes to frequent the park all day and all night, but a Canada goose. A real Canada goose. Now, you’ll notice I said “unlikely” there’s a reason for that. For as long as I can remember, I have been freaked out of these creatures. Seriously, for the most part, they’re nasty little buggers just waiting to hiss and attack, and they travel in gangs and outnumber anyone and anything that crosses their path, and they constantly poo everywhere – nobody likes a runny bum! But today, the oddest thing happened. I went to eat my lunch and read my book underneath my tree. It’s been my tree for all of two days, ever since I discovered it yesterday when I sought refuge from my lunch-hour baking to write a letter to a […]

Ziplock bags? Really? What was I thinking? Shortly after posting last night’s blog, I hit the hay as it was way past my bedtime given that I had been up since the ungodly hour of 5 a.m. But while I was lying in bed fighting to turn off my head, suddenly I was jolted awake with the realization that the notion of pinning ziplock bags full of fuel to my race shirt is quite the ridiculous idea for a fashionably conscious runner such as myself. I will surely be picking my race outfit based on picture-perfect looks over functionality (this is me we’re talking about) so why on earth would I think that ziplock bags with orange slices and mini pancakes thwacking against me with every stride I take would result in a show-off worthy picture. Seriously, I’d look more like a human bird feeder than I would a marathon

I love freebies! Who doesn’t really, I mean, I know there’s people out there who say it’s better to give than to get and it is … sometimes. But today, not one of those times. It was a day for some full-on getting. When the alarm went off at 5 a.m., booting me out of bed to hit my sneakers to the pavement, I never would have guessed it would be such a getting day. As some of you know, I’m not much of a morning person, but for the last few weeks I’ve been trying to incorporate an early morning run into my routine at least once a week, and this morning was the earliest. When I left the condo, the sprinklers on the boardwalk had yet to turn on, the timed nightlights had yet to dim, and the sun had yet to rise. Heck, even my Garmin was

Well folks, it’s official – I am Portland Marathon bound! Bright and early, this Thanksgiving (for us Canadians, that is) I will be running 42.2 km! Good golly, am I insane??? As soon as I completed the registration, butterflies were swooning all through my belly, and light twangs of mostly thought up pains as well … have I mentioned I have a serious case of runners’ hypochondria? 😉 As excited as I am though, let me just say, it does NOT pay to procrastinate! I’ve been digging my heels in about registering for the marathon for about a good month now, despite knowing that I wanted to do this ever since I first saw the signs posted along the streets of Portland last year, a week before the race. But given my history with signing up for races and then getting injured right after doing so, I think I had good

“Let the Tour begin!” – that’s what the alarm should have screamed when it went off at like 5 a.m. this morning! Did I mention I’m not a morning person? Even though the Tour de France officially started yesterday, for those of us who like to sleep, such as myself, it didn’t really start until today – at 5:27 a.m. to be exact!!! While yesterday’s time trial started at a somewhat decent hour of 8:30 a.m., this morning, and the next three weeks for that matter, was a whole different story – a hellish story if I do say so myself, and I do. See, my dear, darling husband (I am so not gritting my teeth while writing this ;)) has a bit of a psychotic tradition – yep, psychotic – when it comes to the Tour. While most people would either prefer to catch the later runs on the OLN (although, it seems, OLN