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Guess my shoes, win a prize!

502: That’s the number of an area code in the suburbs of Kentucky; the number for the Roman numeral DII; and the number of times I’ve chatted with the lot of you ๐Ÿ˜€ Today Princess of Pavement turns 502 posts old!!! After nearly three years of happily typing away, sharing my experiences, giving advice, taking advice, and meeting some really awesome people, my blog has surpassed the 500 mark, and is on her way to the next 500. And I thought, you know, I really should celebrate this milestone. But how? What would be worthy of 502 posts? What would get you guys talking? A CONTEST!!! Eeeeeeeeeee!!! (Note: this is Princess of Pavement’s first EVER contest!) But first โ€“ hehe ๐Ÿ˜‰ โ€“ the long-awaited ankle report: When I walked into Dear Physio’s office, two weeks ago, I was pretty despondent. With my ankle aching for weeks, I thought for sure, …

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Injury report #1: damn you feet

Is my body really just 34 years old? Really? Because sometimes (a lot of the time) it feels as though it’s more like 90 years old! I’ve had multiple hip issues, my knees have failed me, my ankles, my feet, my shoulder, etc., etc., etc.. But this time I thought I was doing everything right. I waited three months before I started running again; I strengthened my hips; I started in on my core. It was all part of the ‘Keep Me Injury Free’ plan, and it was a good plan, but unfortunately, it was a plan that couldn’t beat my stupidly frail limbs! Just two weeks into my running reunion and I was once again sidelined by injury. Oh freaking joy ๐Ÿ™ It all started back on that fateful first night with my new sneakers. Those flashy Asics, it turned out, were not the proper shoes for my picky …

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Comeback postponed

I’ve been good, like really good. Despite desperately wanting to, I haven’t run, not once. I’ve painstakingly crushed those urges and longings that fill me every time I lace up a pair of my sneakers, or read a Facebook post of a favourite running chick coming off a medal-worthy run, or see those head-to-toe Lululemon girls running down the boardwalk. Why? Because Dear Physio told me to. Early on in the pregnancy, when I was still dealing with the shoulder injury I got while running (you know, the night I found out I was pregnant) Dear Physio, who I swear has magic shooting through his fingertips, warned me that my already unstable hips would likely take a serious beating in childbirth, and if I wanted to run injury free, post pregnancy, I would be wise to heed his advice and make it a slow (and by slow, practically non-existent) comeback …

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2011: a princess perfect year

2011 was a year full of personal bests, discoveries, and lots of laughter; a great one indeed. And it started with a bang. January: Resolution Run While most were sleeping away hangovers on the morning of Jan. 1, I was up early racing against myself in the Running Room’s 5 km Resolution Run; I won. I crossed the finish line with a personal best that shaved a good 2 minutes 38 seconds off my previous 5k PB. It was the first of four personal bests this year. While training for my second marathon, Run for Water, which was at the end of May, I clocked in a two-hour, 24-second half marathon time at the Good Life Fitness Toronto Half in the middle of May, cutting my previous half time by nearly 4 minutes. Two weeks later I finished Run for Water with a time of 4:44:24; not quite the time …

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Naked runner

Dear readers, I need your help, advice actually. But I’ll get to that in a moment. First, I need to express a little something here: Yippee! Hooray! Hourra! Wonderbar! Jupiiii! Urra! Hallelujah! Oh how I have missed you dear sneakers. I went for a run after work yesterday, just a short one, a painstakingly slow one in fact, and the whole time I was freaking out about my knee. I hadn’t run in 24 days, and as a result I knew my body would be rigid, un-flexible, and my head would likely be mimicking that of a bird’s with my shoulders scrunched right up into my ears. So, I stripped down my friends, ran completely naked … well, the runner’s equivalent of naked that is. No Garmin. No iPod. Just me, my sneakers, shorts, technical shirt and hat. Ahhh, so exhilarating ๐Ÿ˜‰ No ear buds, no Garmin. I purposely went …

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