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Watermelon head is back!

My fame has risen once again. Seriously people, my head is soon gonna be the size of a watermelon again (not that I’m complaining 😉 )

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Brother-sister rivalry.

Remember my Almost Famous post last month? The one where my star shone through the pages of Canadian Running Magazine? (For those of you not in Canada, here’s a link to the article: http://runningmagazine.ca/measuring-progress/)

Well folks, that fame has given me even more fame! Earlier this week, Best of the Betes Blogs released the month of winners, and guess who’s name was on that list? Me! Me! Me! My Almost Famous post was awarded Best Reference to a D-Celebrity (That’s me!) for my super awesome diabetes advocacy. Wahoo!



  • 3 p.m. BG before: 8.1
  • Carbs: none
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent (1 hour)
  • Time: 34.06 minutes
  • Distance: 6.13 km
  • Average pace: 5:34 min/km
  • Average cadence: 88 spm
  • 4 p.m. BG after: 4.7

So today, while it was cold enough out for ice on the river, it most definitely was NOT cold enough for layers and layers of running clothes. The fleece and the gloves were major overkill.

But hey, I’m not complaining. The sun was shining. Garmin told me I’m an “experienced,” “faster” runner based on my cadence – blue baby!!! And my running shadow looked liked I was a super hot, caped superhero! Hehe 😀

Shadows are the best!

A river runs through it

So last week, Boxing Day to be exact, I went through a run… through the river!

Boxing Day river run

Garmin says so, must be true 😀

See you in the New Year!

All she needed were pom-poms

The other day I ran past a little girl, about two or three, who was skipping alongside her mom.

“She’s running!” the girl announced. “Why is she running?”

“Because she’s good at it,” said her mom.

I looked back at the girl, with my rosy, wind slapped cheeks, and gave her a huge smile before picking up my pace and continuing on my way. About 10 or 15 minutes later, on one of my turnarounds, I heard that carefree, joyous voice calling again. This time, the girl was pumping her legs fast on the swings with her mom pumping beside her.

“Look! She’s still running,” she said, giving her mom a play-by-play worthy of the Olympics.

Again, I smiled, before focusing in on my form and picking up my pace.

Another 15 minutes passed, and I was on my final leg of the run, I was growing sluggish, I could feel my blood sugars plummeting, I just wanted to be done. But then, across the lot, there was that girl again.

“I want to run too!” she announced as she pointed in my direction.

I looked over, and there she was, her little legs pushing her forward as fast as little legs can go, her arms frenetically waving from side to side, up and down, and her belly full of giggles. Instantly, my belly filled with giggles, my face erupted into smiles,  my energy burst, my legs sped.

It was only 7 km, but thanks to that girl, it was one of the best runs I’ve had in months.

You’re never too young to be a cheerleader!



  • 1 p.m. BG before: 10.6
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: none
  • Time: 38:42
  • Distance: 7.04 km
  • Average pace: 5:30 min/km
  • 2 p.m. BG after: 2.6 YIKES!!!

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 😀

Race Day: Bellingham Bay half I


But wait…breathe…calm. First thing’s first:

There was rain. There was pain. There was even a train. And oh yes, there was an evil, little brain.

When I woke up at 5 a.m. Sunday morning and heard the monsoon crashing at my window, the last thing I wanted was to get up and run a half marathon. And so, when Big Ring commented that his throat was feeling a little tickly, I offered to forgo the run in the name of his health. And when both my shoulders were feeling a little sickly, I suggested maybe it wasn’t wise to put them through 21.1 km. And when the border line up was more like 40 minutes and not the advertised 10, I proposed we opt not to face the sure-to-be prickly border guard and hightail it quickly back home.

The fierce jitters in my stomach were getting the better of me!

Nerves are not new for me. Every race day, doesn’t matter the distance, the insides of my stomach are jumping all over the damn place, but Sunday, oh man, I thought I was going to puke… or worse.

Remember this dude 😳

If you haven’t already figured this out, I tend to put a lot of pressure on myself, and I tend to compare my results to that of others, and think, if they can go that fast, I surely can too. (I know. I know.) I had worked super hard this running season to get to this race, I had embraced speed intervals, something I loathed, I had taken up strength training, something I had never done prior, and I had raced, my goodness, I had raced. And so, going into this half marathon, everything inside me told me I should be finishing with a good time, I should be finishing with a personal best, I should be achieving the goals I set out earlier this summer.  But then there was that thing called injury – plural – that had left me sidelined a few times through my training, and most notably through what was supposed to be the most difficult month of my training. And knowing that, I feared the disappointment I might be facing post run.

So, that caused some of the jitters.

And then there was my attire. I had planned my race day wardrobe Saturday afternoon. There had been torrential downpour Saturday too, but for some reason, I don’t know why, I thought it wise to dress in my lightest top, with my shortest running shorts. No tights. No long sleeves. No arm warmers. Well, Sunday morning, in the car, and then at the race site prior to the race, I was cursing that decision. It was wet! It was cold! I had packed a warmer running shirt for after the race, but was beginning to wonder if I should wear it on the race, but what if it made me too warm, what if it annoyed the hell out of me.

So, that caused some of the jitters.

Even Little Ring was showing nerves for me!

I opted not to wear it, mostly with a racer in mind. I didn’t want to lose precious seconds off my time by removing the shirt and tying it around my waist if it annoyed me. Turned out to be a super wise decision. Not even a kilometre into the run and I was no longer suffering goosebumps or chattering teeth. The rain was coming down, but not as fierce as it had been, and aside from the super strong breeze around the bay in the last quarter of the race, I didn’t feel cold at all.

I did, however, feel wet shoes becoming looser around my ankles, wet feet slopping away in wet shoes, wet socks rubbing against wet feet. There was no avoiding the puddles, I, along with several others, had mud splashes all up our calves, and surely I would not be the only one suffering blisters post race. Embrace the puddles!

Once I started the race, I put the morning jitters aside and gave myself a selection of 3 goals to work towards (thanks HUGE to my super awesome coach for giving me this strategy):

  • GOAL 1: Ultimate: Finish with a 5:30 min/km average pace, resulting in a 1:56:00 finish.
  • GOAL 2: PB: Finish under 2 hours.
  • GOAL 3: When All Else Fails: Have fun!

To be continued…

26 years of Dear Diabetes

About 30 years ago I had a dream. In my future, I wanted to be a doctor and an author. The author part was natural; I loved reading and I loved making up stories. But the doctor, well, that was the more the evil meanderings of a younger sister 😀

You see, my big sister Jules is nine years older than me, and back then (and sometimes still) she was always the boss! Jules, at the time, had great notions of becoming a nurse, and me, at just five or six years old, already knew doctor trumped nurse. Finally I’d be the boss. Mwahahaaaa!

Fast forward a few years to the day I got diabetes. It didn’t take long to change my mind about wanting to become a doctor, what with the long hospital stays, trips to the ER, endless amounts of blood-sucking needle jabs. No thank you.

Thanks for that Dear Diabetes.

Note: I was diagnosed with Type-1 diabetes 26 years ago today, on Aug. 23, 1987; the same day as my big sister’s birthday. Do you think she hexed me 😉

Happy Birthday Jules!!! Now that’s something to celebrate! Heart!


  • 10:30 a.m. BG before: 7.9
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: Larabar 30 minutes prior (19g) half bolus
  • Time: 1:00:15
  • Distance: 10.15 km
  • Average pace: 5:55 min/km
  • Average cadence: 84 spm
  • 11:45 p.m. BG after: 4.4

130823bakeryThis, too, was also worth celebrating – best post-run tuna waldorf and chocolate chip cookie EVER!

Welcome to sucksville

You know what sucks…
Waking up at 5 am for a run, and not being able to run.

You know what sucks…
Squeezing into a sports bra, which, seriously, is no easy task, all for naught.

You know what sucks…
Fueling up for a run, but not actually running.

You know what sucks…
Spending a whole week icing, Advilling, stretching, foam rolling, being a good little injured runner, and yet, seeing hardly any positive steps towards healing.

You know what sucks…
Running 200 meters only to be struck down by the feeling of hammers ferociously pounding down on your pelvis.

You know what sucks…
The memories of not being able to walk a week prior instilling the fear of the running gods in you and stopping you dead in your tracks.

You know what sucks…
Sitting on a bench at 5:30 in the morning frantically sending worried emails to your coach and physio, looking so forlorn even the family of ducks sauntering across the boardwalk look at you with pity in their eyes.

You know what sucks…
Doing everything right and still being struck by injury.

You know what sucks…
Being that one person to prove all the cycling enthusiasts wrong and actually get injured on the bike, something they all told me – multiple times! – would not happen.

You know what sucks…
Being a runner with a cycling injury.

You know what sucks…