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15 weeks: friends, fun, fortitude

When I agreed to take on the leadership role of the UBC run study last fall, I was at a crossroads with my running; I was in a state that was fast becoming find some inspiration, find something to regain the love, or move on. When the opportunity was first presented, I had some hesitations: I had never led a training session before; I am seriously directionally inept; what about the Little Ring sitting; could I put my goals aside to help others with their goals?


The 15 weeks of training ended about three weeks ago and this week I am about to embark on my second stint as run leader with the UBC run study. If that’s not evidence enough that this was very much the missing link I needed, I don’t know what is.

How could this not be considered fun???

How could this not be considered fun???

Finally, I was happy running again. Some days the program was more challenging than others, but because I was the leader, there was no whining or wimping out, I had to lead by example; it was full boar up those hills, and gust or bust through those speed intervals. And while the numbers dwindled somewhat over the weeks (might have had something to do with the light snow and sharp cold) there was always someone(s) to run with. I was no longer lonely running, which was pretty freaking awesome. But it wasn’t just running with other people, it was running with these chicks!



Finally – finally! – after a crazy long search, I had finally found another group of solid favourite running chicks. Seriously, I am not just saying that. It took all of one, maybe two runs with these chicks to feel as though we’d been running together for years. We griped at things, we laughed at things, we told stories of our lives, and yes, we even talked poo!

That’s huge.

Running with my new set of favourites didn’t feel like a chore. I was excited to get on the trails, the roads, the hills with these girls. I wanted to be out there. And even though the majority of our runs were repeat runs, routes we’d done time and time again, it didn’t feel repetitive, it didn’t feel long. Some of the speed intervals were out and backs multiple times which I normally loathe, which normally feel so tiresome and long, but with these chicks, it was like a snap of the fingers and the run was done. And almost always, if not always, with a smile at the finish.

That’s huge.

So many laughs!

So many laughs!

And so, when the organizer of the study asked me (probably in the best way possible, calling me a favourite) if I’d be interested in taking on another group of ladies, there were no hesitations this time. I knew I could do it. I knew I loved doing it. And by golly, I convinced a few of my favourites to keep coming out, hells yes I was going to do it.

Tomorrow starts the first day of the next 15 weeks.

Here’s to the love of running again 🙂

(Final note: This is a promise: I will be posting about the dynamics of the study and the man behind the study in a future post, just not as of yet.)

We run…

Two years ago today, I was doing this:


With the bestest, most favourite running chicks EVER:


Today, I’m doing a little of this … again:

foot roller

Remember these shoes:


Well, it seems, these shoes, these beautiful looking New Balance 860 running sneakers, of which I won in a Canadian Running contest a few months back (along with a sports bra, shirt and shorts… love the shirt, like the bra and shorts) are the latest to cause me injury… or close to injury.

Following last week’s autumnal run, the first since my half marathon, the heel of my left foot was super tender. I’d had something similar in the spring, not the sharp, searing, tearing pain of plantar fasciitis, but just tenderness, of which ice and rest did the trick. I’m hoping for the same with this one here, but nearly one week post run and I’m still feeling tenderness and random shooting dull aches through the heel and up the calf.

And you know what sucks about it, I’d held off forever trying these shoes out. As many of you know, I’m quite particular when it comes to my running sneakers. It’s almost like a relationship, you know, when you find one you love (as I had with Mizuno, and now Brooks) you don’t ever let it go. And so, while I thought it was totally awesome I’d won a pair of sneakers, I had niggling doubts about them given they weren’t my brand of sneakers. I’d never worn New Balance before, I didn’t know how my foot would respond to them, I didn’t know them.

But, well, after running my Brooks pretty much into the ground, and not having a replacement given I’m trying to save rather then spend these days, I didn’t really have any more excuses not to give these shoes a go.

Thirty minutes – THIRTY MINUTES!!! – was all it took for my feet to say no more 😦

But here’s the thing, with my feet resting, icing, compressing and elevating, I choose not to dwell on the annoyance of it all (I mean, seriously, another injury???) but rather, to remember the heart-filled memories of two years ago, and dream of future destination running memories to be made…


And you better believe they WILL be made 😀

Trio of sneakers

Well, it’s official. I’m scared of my own shadow. I didn’t think it possible. I thought that was just fictional Roger Rabbit type fare, but nope, the other night it became clear, it can happen in real life. It happened to me – multiple times.

What, you don’t think that’s scary? Turn out the lights and you might change your tune…

I was out on a run with my favourite running chick and speedy – a reunion run of sorts – we were running along a super dark corridor, so dark and scary our speeds on the Garmin almost always increase along that 2 km stretch. When out of the corner of my eye, I saw a couple of dark figures coming at us, I swear I nearly jumped out of my shoes. My stomach dropped into my ankles, my throat clenched right up. And in the milliseconds that followed, my head was awash with frantic thoughts. We were on a dark stretch, there was only a thin pedestrian patch for us to navigate, On our right, a train of cars sped past, on our left a rocky barrier. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to get out of harm’s way. Oh freaking hell.

I was ready to let loose a scream, a shrill, don’t you dare mess with me you dirty sucker kind of scream, when it suddenly dawned on me that it wasn’t a couple of hooded n’erdowells coming at us, but rather the shadows of me and my favourites. So glad I didn’t start screaming. I tried to laugh it off, swore up and down I wouldn’t be fooled again. Oh how wrong I was. That same run, about 20-25 minutes later, the sight of my shadow in a cement barrier next to me had me speeding up with fear all over again. What the???

The dark skies were to blame. We started our run at 6:30, and while last year, I was all over that time for runs, it’s been several months since I ran that late. These days, I’m out at dusk or shortly after, and normally I’m trekking down a lighted boardwalk, not super dark city streets. And yet, stupid shadow or not, I wouldn’t have changed that run for the world.

I was with my favourites and that is always a good run 😀

Trio of sneakers reunite


  • 6:20 p.m. BG before: 11.1
  • Temp. basal: -30 per cent (1 hour)
  • Distance: 8.05 km
  • Average pace: 6:40 min/km
  • Time: 53:37 minutes
  • 7:30 p.m. BG after: 8.1
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (1 hour)

It wasn’t our speediest of runs, it wasn’t our longest of runs, but it was a most enjoyable run. Given that the girls had gone out on a hard 10k the night before, and given that I’ve totally been slacking off as of late, and that we haven’t seen each other in well over a month, an easy socializing pace took precedence for this run. And that’s okay! 😀