Devil in disguise

Dear Devonshire, why oh why do you tempt me so.

Yesterday’s work day was all about the tea. Tea in the morning, tea in the mid-morning, tea for lunch, tea in the afternoon, and then of course tea with high tea. And well, really, how could I possibly resist the three tiers of crustless sandwiches, the finger-licking good wildberry streussels and brownies and butter tarts, and oh man tea scones with strawberries and Devonshire cream. Ohhhhh to die for really. Literally.


This could very well be the devil in disguise


Do you see those three tiers?


This is what it looks like done.

Did I happen to mention yesterday was a run day? Yeah, that kind of sucked … especially given that I decided at the last minute to join my girls for their hill training:

YESTERDAY’S HILLS:

  • 6:25 p.m. BG before: 10.1
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent (2 hours)
  • Distance: 5 hills plus approximately 2 km warmup and cool down
  • Time: 40 minutes
  • 8 p.m. BG after: 7.9
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (1 hour)

Because the Devonshire had caused my belly to instantly expand to the size of about a 7 month preggers chick and feel like there were a 20 pound sack of potatoes in there, I was a little slow in getting myself motivated for last night’s run. Normally I try to get on the road as quick as I can after work so I can get home quick, but I was pretty sure had I gone straight after work, it would have been a super lethargic run, possibly infused with Devonshire and tea vomit. And so by the time I was finally ready, it was already six o’clock and I figured I might as well just wait until 6:30 when I knew my favourite running chicks would be on the road and at least if I hurled I’d have some company doing it.

They were running hills. Five hills, repeat hills, not short hills, not overly steep hills, long, winding, ugly, nasty, you can’t see the top hills. I hate these hills. We started going, and because I’m a bit of a powerhouse on hills, I got ahead of my girls pretty quick off the hop, and I didn’t really feel like I was giving her all that much, my legs felt fine, but the fact I couldn’t see the top of the bloody hill majorly messed with my head. Four of those hills, I stopped premature, not because my legs were fatigued, not because I couldn’t do it, but because the kink in that bloody road told me I couldn’t do it. And by the fourth hill, acidic bile was also starting to creep up my esophagus, oh dear. On the fifth hill, I started to go and I just felt like I didn’t have it, so I pulled off to the side and told my girls I would walk it, which made me feel totally feeble, I mean, I am supposed to be a rockstar on hills after all! They got a good distance ahead of me, before my competitive juices took over,  and I was sprinting like I’d never sprinted before, my legs kicking, my arms pumping, my breath hard and fierce. I passed one, I passed two, I passed a complete stranger, and with victory in my heart, I again prematurely cut the hill short. Awesome.

For your information: I am a hills super star – super steep, hills where you can see the top, but not overly long hills hills super star.


That girl running behind them was a freaking machine!

Ps. I don’t think Devonshire is in my future, but girly girl tea parties oh yes please!

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4 responses to “Devil in disguise

  1. Robert Freeman

    Ya know … I may be speaking entirely out of turn here … but I don’t think it’s part of girly girl tea party etiquette to spew stomach contents all over the road … although things may have changed since my brief introduction to the social graces 🙂
    Maybe ya oughta forego hill running for at least a day post tea guzzling and gorging on scrumptious edibles 🙂
    Just saying 🙂

  2. haha, SWEET! I’m glad you managed to keep your delicate tea party in your belly because that would be a shame and I really don’t think it would taste as good the second time around. But holy crap good for you for managing hills like that!
    I know the competitive juices run strong with me too even though I don’t run with people very much, I am beyond competitive with myself.
    It would be fun to run with you, damn that continent between us!

  3. Never trust a hill you can’t see the top of.

  4. Yes….Princess there is nothing more awesome than running as hard as your little heart and legs will take you up the hill and something or was it someone – speeds past you like a flash and whoosh you feel this small breeze in your face and look up ——shit if she isn’t sprinting!!!!

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