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I love being a girl, always have. Even when I was climbing willow trees, or was knee-high in mud catching tadpoles and froggies, or watching hours of hockey with my brothers, I have always loved being a girl. I love being able to wear pretty skirts, and get sparkly presents, and fancy up my hair and go all googly eyed over the likes of Chris Cornell and Johnny Depp. But today, one of those oh-so-rare days, I actually wished that I was a boy. Boys can always find a makeshift toilet; girls, not so much! My bladder was raging a major war on me this morning. I went to the washroom twice before leaving the Running Room, which really isn’t all that out of the ordinary, given my nervous bladder. I go to the washroom at least once, sometimes twice, before a movie starts, I cannot talk after going to […]

You know you’ve had a good run when your ipod mix starts and finishes with tracks from Destiny’s Child – I’m a survivor, I’m not gonna give up, I’m not gonna stop, I’m gonna work hard, I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make it … (can you picture the head bobbing?) That being said, though, this morning’s run was a little, uhm, extended. An almost 7 km run that my Garmin clocked in at being 46 minutes, actually ended up taking me a whopping hour and a half! Given my directional ineptness (and the fact that I was totally grooving to Bootylicious) I may have gotten somewhat lost … AND … well … I may have also gone shopping halfway through! 😀 When I left the house this morning, I didn’t really have a set map, I just kind of figured I’d let my legs guide me. Instead of starting out

I have bike envy – major bike envy! Ever since we went to New York last month, and I saw the pretty powder blue Felt ZW6 in the Brooklyn bike shop, my Zing has been getting the cold shoulder; you’ve been great over the years, dear bike, but I have a new love now, and she’s just so darn pretty! Her sweet blue hues and carbon fibre goodness are filling my dreams, and pretty much my every waking moment too. How could she not, just look at her! Source And ever since finding my new love (don’t worry Mario, you’re still top of the list for human love!) it seems like everyone is getting fancy schmancy new bikes. My girlfriend Chelsey just got herself a new Bianchi (another love of mine!) and Mario literally just got off the phone with a friend of ours who bought himself a 100 per

So, just as I was beginning to concede the fact that I had gone all hill wimpy, due to the two-month running hiatus I took not too long ago, I learned tonight that that may actually not be the case at all, and that I could still, in fact, be the Contador (le sigh) of running! For about a week and a half now I’ve been feeling an awful lot of tightness in my calves, kinda like how I imagine a boa constrictor would feel wrapping its coils tighter and tighter around me, and at first I thought maybe I had overdone it in the gym, which wouldn’t be all that unlikely given that I really have no idea what I’m doing in there, but then I thought for sure it was the New West hills – what else could it possibly be I lamented to myself, and pretty much

I am so not a morning person. I’m the kind of person who stays in bed until the very last second, and if my eyes open, even just a half a minute before the alarm blares, I get annoyed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m also not the kind of person who can sleep ’til noon, in fact, most days I’m out of bed by 8 or 9 at the latest (I think that’s out of habit; almost 23 years of having to wake up to check your blood sugars, take insulin and eat breakfast will do that to you) but I do value my beauty sleep nonetheless. And yet, get this, I was out of the house this morning by 6:15 a.m. – that’s right A.M.!!! – with my sneakers on to boot! Because I had a school board meeting to cover tonight, I thought the early morning run was my best