Monthly Archives: April 2010

Girl on a mission

The things girls will do for a good deal on great shoes.
Leaving for work this morning, at around 7:15, I drove past the old Army and Navy shop on Columbia street. It was another 45 minutes before the shop opened, but there were already 100 women, at least, standing in the pouring rain, peering through the store’s windows. I shook my head and smiled. I understood. We’re girls – we do crazy things for shoes.
And today was the first day of the Army and Navy’s annual “legendary” shoe sale. This sale is not your ordinary shoe sale, oh no, it’s chock-a-block full of shoes; one whole floor dedicated to women’s shoes alone. Heels, flats, sneakers, sandals, gladiators, open-toed, closed toed, printed, canvas, leather, classic, runway … oh man, it’s enough to make a girl’s eyes pop!
But I didn’t stop. Nope. I had to get to work. I had my priorities.
On the way home, the only thing on this girl’s mind was shoes. But, seeing as how I didn’t leave work until after 5, and how I wouldn’t get home until close to 6:30, how on earth was I going to manage a run, and get me some shoe love?
Do both, that’s how.
As soon as I got home I informed Mario that we were having a late dinner; I had to go for a run. Didn’t really seem out of the ordinary 😉 I put my running gear on, left the Garmin at home as there just wasn’t enough time for it to track the satellites, laced up my running shoes, pocketed my debit card, and hit the boardwalk. I ran through the pink mounds of fallen cherry blossoms, past the kids playing on the old Expo submarine, past the Paddlewheeler’s Go-Canucks-Go sign (yes, we still have hope), past the world’s largest tin man, up and down the 85 plus stairs, past the abundance of wedding shops, and finally through the orange and black Army and Navy doors!
It was 7 p.m. by now, and I figured the store would be dying down – I was wrong. I could barely move. There were woman above me, below me, beside me, practically on top of me. And as claustrophobic as I can sometimes be, I was doing my best not to let it get to me. Focus. With beads of sweat dripping down my face, I headed to the rows of size 7.5 and started filling my outstretched arms full of shoe after shoe after shoe. I had black shoes, brown shoes, blue shoes, maroon shoes, heels, flats and boots. And then, all of a sudden, my eyes fell on top of a beautiful pair of olive green, vintage-style kitten heels that just had to be mine.

And what did I do after purchasing those perfect shoes? I cranked up my iPod, and to the beat of the Thriller blasting through my ears, I ran – shoes in hand. The women I passed gave me knowing smirks; the men took double takes; and the kids, a couple of them, asked their mommies “Why is she running with shoes in her hands?”
Oh dearies, you’ll understand one day. One day, indeed.

And guess what? The sale lasts for two weeks – with shelves replenished every day! Eeeeeeeeeeee!!!


  • 6:45 p.m. BG before: 5.3 (granola bar, no bolus insulin)
  • Total distance (broken up into two parts): 3.42 km
  • 30 minutes shoe shopping
  • 5 minutes stretching
  • 7:45 p.m. BG after: 10.0

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Power of the Playlist

There was a bit of a pummeling going on in the gym today, and I was the unfortunate victim. No, no, there were no fisticuffs coming my way, nothing like that, just a full-fledged workout whipping is all!
For the last two days my head has been stuck inside my work computer, hardly coming up for any air at all. And so last night when I got home I crashed, I could hardly keep my eyes open. But tonight, I couldn’t possibly do the same, no matter how much I wanted to. And while the numbers may not show it, my gawd, I felt like I was giving her. My face was the colour of the rhubarb tart I made earlier this week; my heart was pounding; my breath was gusting. Beads of sweat were dripping into my eyes and ears, so much so that my earbuds wouldn’t stay put, and my clothes were soaked.


  • 6:10 p.m. BG before: 3.9 (orange juice and granola bar (no bolus insulin))
  • 20 minutes treadmill run: 3 km, 7:08 km/h pace
  • 15 minutes weights: bench press, leg press, hamstring curl, three repetitions of 12 each
  • 20 minutes elliptical trainer: hills, effort level six
  • 10 minutes yoga
  • 7:20 p.m. BG after: 9.1

It was a nasty hard workout, and at times (especially on the elliptical) I kept staring down the clock as if my eyes would make it go faster, which made it feel even longer. But then, just as the intensity bar was about to raise up to the fifth notch, the most perfect song burst through my iPod: John Cougar Mellencamp’s Hurts So Good. Oh man, I totally started giggling … well as much as a girl with laboured breathing can giggle 🙂
How perfect that song was!

My top 10 songs to get me pumped are always changing, but right now the ones on my ‘Get out of my way!‘ playlist are:

I don’t know what it is about Green Day’s Jesus of Suburbia, Michael Jackson’s Beat It, and Destiny Child’s Survivor, but whenever I’m running and those songs come on, it’s like I instantly go into this military-like or robot-like form and everything else in me just disappears – it’s just me and the music.  And the cheesiness of Christina Aguilera’s Beautiful is perfect for the end of a run, especially the way I’m singing it 😉

What songs get you going?

For the love of hills

The old man listened! It stopped raining, oh boy did it ever! The sun and heat were going full strength this morning. When I finally got my butt out the door, at about 11:15, the temperatures had to have been hovering in the high teens, if not the 20s (keep in mind I was running, my temperature gage may have been a little skewed).
The run felt good, it was a fairly hilly route right from the get-go (can’t really avoid hills in New West) so I wanted to go slow and really work on my form and not burn all of my energy on the first hill. I felt pretty good the whole way, and fairly loose, except for the front of my left thigh which was tight to beat all hell, and somewhat unexplainable given that I haven’t done much in the last few days. Maybe it was the heels I was wearing last night … or maybe I’m just getting old 😦


  • 11 a.m. BG before: 7.2 ***
  • Distance: 5.71 km
  • Time: 40:49
  • Average pace: 7:09 km/h
  • 10 minutes yoga: pigeon, plank, lunge, child’s pose
  • 20 minutes miracle balls (to ease the achyness in my hip)
  • 12:15 p.m. BG after 16.1

*** I tested my blood glucose at about 10:15 and they were 7.7, so I had a granola bar that I didn’t bolus for. But then it took me awhile to get ready, and so I tested my blood sugars again just before heading out the door to make sure they had slightly risen; they didn’t. They had gone down to 7.2, and because it was a fairly short run, I wasn’t taking my glucometre (which tests my blood sugars) or sugar tablets with me and I didn’t want to risk it so I had a quarter of a cup of orange juice before heading out – apparently a quarter too much! They were 16.1 after the run – EEK!!!

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A lot of my shorter runs these days (the three to four km runs) have usually been along the New West Quay, which is really easy for me as it’s pretty much right outside my door – no driving involved! And it’s a fairly flat run, which, as mentioned, in New West is practically non-existent, so it’s great for runners like me coming back from injury. And the beauty all along the boardwalk is breathtaking.
So, after telling you about the run over the last couple of weeks, I figured I’d change it up a bit and show you the run:

Oh, and the Indian food last night, SO GOOD! However, I massively under bolused. We ordered a bunch of appetizers to share between the five of us (butter chicken, curry chicken, something rice related, something lamb-a-licious and something to do with eggplant (which was really yummy) and naan bread too). I had my Calorie King book with me (does anyone else feel odd whipping that thing out in public … I swear I was more comfortable giving myself needles in public than I am flipping the pages of that book … could have something to do with the name), but the small selection of Indian cuisines in it, aside from the naan bread and butter chicken didn’t really cover what we had ordered, so it was pretty much a guessing game. I bolused for 65 carbs, but my blood sugars shot up four digits within two hours, so I had to do a couple of insulin corrections to get it back down again. But hey, I’m still learning. I’m bound to figure it out someday … I hope!

Rain, rain go away

I had great plans to go for a nice long Vancouver bike ride this afternoon, but alas the meteorologists lied when they said sunshine all weekend – it was pouring buckets today! So, instead, I went shoe shopping!
You may not think that’s much of an exercise, but please, do let me enlighten you: METROTOWN!
This place, otherwise known as the mall of hell, has over 450 stores; 19 of which are shoe stores. And no, they are not all situated side by each – they are spaced out over three levels and 1.8 million square feet! That in itself could be a worthy amount of exercise, but then you’ve got to add the people into the mix. Over the course of a year, this place attracts more than 18 million shoppers, the majority of which I think showed up today! Ohhhhhh how I long for the days of the Olympics when Metrotown, for the the time ever, was dead. No one was there, it was pure heaven. I couldn’t possibly say the same for today’s venture, though. See, I’m not the kind of shopper who likes to dilly dally, oh no, I go with a purpose, I like to get in, then out. But, it seems, I’m a bit of an anomaly. You’ve got your girls who walk with their arms linked five across; the texters whose focus is soley on their cell phones, and have no regard for oncoming traffic; the window shoppers, moving at a snail’s pace, living in la-la land. It is, I kid you not, an exercise in deeking and dodging, swerving and sidestepping – and yes, massive amounts of frustration too.
So why go? you ask.
I needed shoes.

Like Hunter S, these shoes are so done

Earlier this week I tried on a pair of Clark sneakers, which weren’t really my style, but I figured I’d give them a go, and my gawd, it was like plush, my feet sunk right into the shoes like they do a slipper. Ahhhh. But then I looked in the mirror, and sadly they looked horrible with my jeans. So I went back to the store yesterday with a different pair of jeans, hoping for an improvement, but no, no such thing. I contemplated buying a new pair of jeans for the shoes (they felt that good) but then figured it would probably be easier to just find another pair of shoes – and, as mentioned, Metrotown (the bane of my existence) has 19 shoe stores to choose from!
I went into Ronsons, nothing; A Step Ahead, nothing; Joneve, nothing; Geox, nothing; Feet First, nothing; Spring, nothing. I was getting quite discouraged. We were in one store and I found another pair of Clark’s that I thought were okay, but they only had them in wide sizes which were far too wide for my dainty feet (hahaha). I decided to go back to Ronsons, just for one last perusal before giving up, anddddddddddddd


A nice pair of comfy Hush Puppies that look perfect with three of my favourite pairs of jeans … now I got to break them in for New York! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!


  • 9 a.m. BG before: 9.1 (granola bar, 1.05 units bolus)
  • 75 minutes of yoga with Alison
  • a mondo amount of hip-opening exercises, which I like, but also a bunch of flowing type moves, and squats, and plank push-up like things, which were quite difficult … note to self: don’t criticize a yogi’s music!
  • 11 a.m. BG after: 6.3

Going out for Indian tonight with friends – thanks Katie for the menu suggestions! Wish me luck with the carb counting; little bit nervous.

Hockey time in the city

It’s hockey time!
The Vancouver Canucks officially started their playoffs series tonight and I had the option of either watching my boys (Ryan Kesler, need I say more) on the 50-inch plasma or the cruddy ol’ tube TV in the gym downstairs. I opted for the 50-inch, which means no gym.
I had full intentions, well ok, maybe only partial intentions, of doing weights tonight, but the drive home took forever (everyone was probably going to the game) and by the time I got home I was exhausted and famished. I also had the upstairs of the condo to clean, and laundry to do, and thoughts of baking a rhubarb tart for tomorrow night’s dessert. I know, I know, excuses, excuses. But hey, I’m not gonna sweat it – get it 😉 – a girl needs a down day every once in awhile.
Today was my down day … come to think of it, tomorrow might actually be a down day too, but back to it on Saturday with morning yoga and then a nice, long bike ride with Mario in the afternoon.
Oh, and regarding the tart, didn’t quite get that done either, but hey, don’t blame me, blame the boys for going into sudden death overtime. Guess we’ll be eating some sort of store-bought dessert tomorrow, maybe we’ll have the rhubarb for Saturday … if I can muster up the energy!
I signed up for a YouTube account today and finally uploaded the slideshow I did for Mario just before Christmas. It’s a Princess Christmas Wishlist.

Back to the game I go – GO CANUCKS GO!!!

Protesting in pink

Good golly it was a pink-filled world today – my perfect kind of day!
I went to three schools for work today and everywhere I turned there were students in pink, teachers in pink, even a principal wearing a pink tie. And yes, this fine, young reporter was wearing oodles of pink hues too! Were you?

The story of anti-bullying day, also known as pink shirt day, is pretty amazing when you think about it. It all started from the warm hearts of two Grade 12 students in Nova Scotia who would not stand for bullying at their school. In a matter of protest, after a younger student was harassed, threatened and called gay for wearing pink to school, David Shepherd and Travis Price went out and bought 50 pink shirts from a discount store, and got the word out to their fellow classmates via email that bullying was just not acceptable – the next day, hundreds of students showed up to school in pink. Now, millions across the country are doing the same.
And hopefully that beautiful spring-like colour will help kids (and adults) think before they make fun of someone for having different hair, or a different way of talking, or have a disease like diabetes – yep, I too was bullied in school because I wasn’t “normal.”
Well bullies, news flash: Normal is boring!

I was planning on doing a gym workout tonight, but the weather was just so perfect, I couldn’t really pass up a road run … although, it took everything I had to get my butt out the door. I almost even bailed. I didn’t get home until 6:30 p.m. and I was noodling around on the Internet for a bit, and before I knew it, it was already almost 7 p.m. And I was thinking of all the TV I had to catch up on (24, Amazing Race, and I think there’s something else on the PVR too) but Mario’s voice (he was out on a road ride) kept ringing like a nuisance in my ear – I knew as soon as he walked through the door of the condo, the first thing he’d ask is “Did you go to the gym?” which he did.
Good thing I went for a run, hey 🙂
I was feeling a little sluggish, fighting the run practically the whole way, my music just wasn’t doing it for me, and I was starving (I was too busy at work today to enjoy my usual mid afternoon snack, and hadn’t yet had dinner) … luckily it was only a short run!


  • 7 p.m. BG 7.3 (granola bar, no bolus)
  • 22 minutes running, 3.5 km.
  • Average pace 6:38
  • 10 minutes yoga: lunges, a whole lotta pigeon-like moves, planks, child’s pose
  • 10 minutes stretching
  • 8 p.m. BG 9.1

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Trying not to drool

My diabetes doctor is like my George Clooney – I have had a crush on this guy since I was like 14! Sorry Mario, but we have history.
Before he was my doctor, he was my camp doctor, one of two doctors at Camp Elphinstone on Gibsons (a camp for diabetics and “normal” kids too), and I kid you not, every morning and evening when we’d have to go and see the docs, all the girls would be in my doctor’s line, a line that extended well out the door. When he officially became my doctor at 18, I was practically jumping out of my skin with excitement. He’s always had the salt-and-pepper look that Clooney has, and the coolness of Clooney, and a little bit of the dorkiness too … he so sports the bow tie! Love the bow tie!
And so this morning I had my yearly visit with the doc (the downside of being in such good control of my diabetes is that I only get to see him once a year) and the first thing he said to me when I walked into his office: “Have you lost some weight?” Ahhhhh, my heart melted even more.
And that wasn’t even the best part of the visit! My hemoglobin A1C tests (a three-month average of my blood sugars) showed that my blood sugars were averaging near perfection at 6.6 – a really good number. They were up 0.3 from the last time, which is not a huge fluctuation at all, and which could probably be explained by the adjustments of switching over to the insulin pump.

Dear Doc told me that these are numbers to grow old with, which, for me, was a pretty incredible statement to hear. Not too long ago, probably about six or seven years ago, I wasn’t raking in those numbers. My blood sugars were all over the place, drastic highs, debilitating lows – it was like living on a permanent roller coaster ride with my health. Getting my blood sugars to level out wasn’t an easy task at first, I really had to monitor my entire lifestyle, cutback on the late night beers and all-day chocolate devouring, and get my butt off the couch, and now, the excitement that bursts through my body at the sight of this one small number makes all that work so worth it.
Tonight I had a long school board meeting to cover, so I didn’t get a chance to do any exercise, but I did have an opportunity to spend some quality time with a great friend (who makes amazing, all-natural soap and other such bath-like products) and who provided me with some yummy fuel for the evening: rice noodles and chicken and some kind of tasty spice, and chocolate from Charlie’s Chocolate Factory of course – we’re both chocolate fiends, so it works.
Thanks Tawnya – you and your food are amazing! Now I just got to get you to teach me how to sew 😉