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My favourite’s fight

You all know her as my favourite running chick. But this woman is SO much more than that!


Yes, she is my beloved running partner, but she is also a cherished friend, a confidante, an honourary auntie to Little Ring, an amazing mother to two incredible young adults, (one of who is also a good friend) and a soon to be grandmum to a baby girl. She is one of the strongest, most caring, loving women I have ever been fortunate enough to be in the presence of.

The Triplets of Runnersville at NWM San Francisco 2011

And today, my dear friend needs our strength as she undergoes surgery to rid her body of an evil cancer invading it. I beg of all of you to keep her in your thoughts, and send as much strength, well wishes, positive, happy, healthy vibes as you can.


I love you favourite running chick. And I promise you, we will be kicking the pavement with our running sneakers in no time.



UPDATE: The surgery went well!!! The next steps: pathology report, chemo, recovery, and beyond. Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers, well wishes, and everything else. Huge hearts!

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!

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:


  • 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!