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Kicking out the cobwebs

So, today’s run. It was just supposed to be a shake the cobwebs out kind of run. I haven’t run in more than two weeks, first due to injury then illness. So when the sun spontaneously showed up this afternoon (following a cold morning/early afternoon of monsoon rain, and even flakes of snow at one point) I decided it was the perfect opportunity for a light, easy 5 km out and back. And if all went well, tomorrow I would start back with my proper training.

It was a good plan, in theory, but, well, you’ve kind of got to follow through with it in order for it to work 😉

You see, the thing is, my friends, I hadn’t run in two weeks – two weeks! And you see, I kinda, sorta have this whole second annual sibling rivalry run in two weeks – two weeks! Do you see what I’m getting at? The sun was shining. My sneakers were hugging my feet perfectly. My head was in the optimal state. The competitive juices, they were a flowing!

The date of the second annual sibling rivalry run has been set!

Plus, I wanted to see how fast my legs would go for 5 km… they went 1 minute 12 seconds slower than my fastest 5 km pre-pregnancy. Boo 😦

Big Ring, bless his dear husbandly heart, reminded me that I haven’t run in two weeks and that I’ve been sick for more than a week, and that I’m still not 100 per cent better. And he’s not wrong; I’ve still got gooey goobers clogging my nostrils. But, well, competitive me is back, and today’s time is not the time I’m aiming for.

This is NOT good enough.

For the most part I felt pretty good on the run. There were a couple stitches in my side, a bit of heavy huffing and puffing, and a little pukey overexertion near the end, but there was no calf pain, and I’m pretty sure my energy was not impeded by the effects of illness. And so, I know I can do better.

And I will!


  • 4:30 p.m. BG before: 5.6
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: 18 grams, no bolus (1/2 apple with spoonful of peanut butter)
  • Distance: 5 km
  • Time: 28:30
  • Average pace: 5:41 min/km
  • 6 p.m. BG after 3.7

New goal: 5 km in 26 minutes!!!

Run for Water: one year later

Oh how a year can change. This time last year I was cursing myself for signing up for the marathon, for torturing myself once again in something I didn’t quite enjoy the first time around. And this year, well, I wasn’t a marathoner, wasn’t a half marathoner, wasn’t even a runner. I was a 5k walker.

We couldn’t let alien thumb sucker’s debut on the racing circuit go unnoticed now could we?

One of the first questions Big Ring asked of me after I had crossed the finish line of today’s Run for Water was “How hard was it for you not to run?” It was a question my walking partner had also asked of me along the route. And you know, had I been on my own, trying to get through those 5 kilometres solo, it would have probably killed me. I mean, just seeing all the fair-weather runners out these days, and seeing all my running peeps pictures posted on Facebook is causing great pangs of envy in my belly.

But today, it wasn’t like that , those thoughts didn’t even cross my mind – all thanks to my favourite walking peeps. With my beautiful sister-in-law by my side (who also happens to be one of my most favourite people in the world AND my in-the-know pregnancy chick too!) as well as my super cute nephews Lightening Bolt and Spider Roan bringing smiles to my face every step of the way, the event for me became a catch-up stroll around the lake. Something my sister-in-law and I used to love to do back in the early days of hers and my big brother’s courtship.

Lightening Bolt leading the way!

It also brought a smile to my face knowing that this event is probably the only time my Big Brother, who ran ahead of us with my other nephew as soon as we crossed the start line, would finish first. Oh yeah Big Brother, I’m laying the gauntlet down. You got your glory today, but once alien thumb sucker is out, let the race begin! You’re going down 😉

Okay seriously, this picture melts me!

While the event didn’t necessarily have a negative effect on me, the excitement for Big Ring was lost. He and a buddy came out to cheer me on this morning, before going out on a 102 km ride. I don’t know if it was the time it took for us to cross the finish line, or the lack of nerves and excitement bubbling out of me, but Big Ring couldn’t help but long for those days of my running yore. Don’t worry Big Ring, I’ll be back soon enough.

Waiting… Waiting… Waiting…

And to cap the day, I was able to watch my favourite running chick cross the finish line of her very first marathon – with a beautiful smile on her face. So freaking proud of that chick, oh man.

I also witnessed Evil Pace Bunny crossing the finish line. Remember him? Well, we may have to rename him Evil – INSANE – Pace Bunny. This guy, ran an ultra marathon on Saturday (in super hot temperatures I might add) and then this morning went out and did the marathon. But he didn’t just do the marathon, didn’t take it easy, make it an LSD run, oh no, EPB crossed the finish line in 3:49:02 – with that evil, freaking smile plastered to his face! Like I said: Insane. Evil.

A well-deserved piece of pizza indeed!

And congrats to all my other running peeps who rocked the 5k, 10k, half and full marathons today!


He can deny it all he wants, ’til the cows come home, even longer (and you know he will), but I know the truth, as I’m sure many of you do too. The Big Ring is a runner!

For more than a year now Big Ring has been going on and on about how he’s not a runner, runners are weird, runners are strange, why would anyone want to be a runner – especially when cycling is the other option? And yet, he’s been running.

On one of our first runs together this fall; can’t you just see the enjoyment on his face?

See, the spring, summer, fall months are generally his cycling months, but once mid fall on the West Coast hits, it’s about five months of cold, wet weather that his precious Lapierre just cannot withstand. And in this household, we like our cookies and chocolate – a lot! – and so if you’re not cycling, you’ve got to be doing something else to hold on to that lean physique. Last year, Mario tried his legs at running.

On his first ever run last year.

He runs in the morning, he runs at night, he runs with me, he runs solo – many times. On nights when I’m preoccupied, or out on a longer run, or busy doing something else, he’ll lace up the sneakers on his own accord. On nights when I’m just not feeling a run, he’ll look at me with pleading eyes, longing for the cool breeze against his face, eventually convincing me that I, too, long for those endorphins. On nights, like tonight, when the rain is pelting down hard, and thoughts of a warm blanket on the couch seem way more appealing than a run, he’ll remind me that I conquered 42.2 km of running in the rain in Portland, surely I can manage a quick 3.5 km down the Quay.

But those were only short runs, he says. They don’t count, he says. He’s still not a runner, he says. After last Friday, I say, checkmate.

Last Friday’s run.

When I woke up Friday morning, I was itching for a good run. I’d had a disastrous run on Sunday, and a less than impressive treadmill run on Wednesday, I needed a good, solid run. Big Ring decided to join me. Initially he was only planning to run with me for the first 2 km before turning back, but I decided that wasn’t good enough. “Don’t you think it’s about time you go a bit further?” I said with encouragement shooting from my eyes. With tumult in his voice, he agreed.
I did a good 8 km; Big Ring did a great 5!

On his way home to 5 km!

And he liked it! He told me he felt great at the end, even pushed himself the last little bit, and the glow on his face from accomplishing such a feat was still there when I returned a short while later. We did a repeat on Christmas morning. Next up: 10 km. Mwahahahhahaaa 😉


  • 6 p.m. BG before: 7.4
  • Temp. basal: -60 per cent
  • Distance: 3.5 km
  • Time: ??? (Totally forgot to look)
  • 6:45 p.m. BG after: 8.1
  • Temp. basal: +60 per cent (1 hour)

What do you think? Is Big Ring a runner or what?