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Seeking accountability

Dear readers,

I need your help. I am in desperate need of accountability – verbally, writtenly, kicking in the buttly.

The holidays, they have kind killed me, or, at least, my running consistency. Last week, I was not so much a leader (sorry run study!); I was not the example to follow; I did not hold up my running values; I did not put running first. Not by a long shot. Nope. I was the girl snuggled in slippers and flannel pj’s; extendable waist as far as it could go.

Normally on Thursday I run with the UBC run study girls, but because Thursday was Christmas Day, the group run was cancelled. I had every intention to get that run in. At first I was trying to motivate myself with an early morning run that would end with waffles on my plate. That didn’t work. I was feeling pressure in my inner left knee and started second guessing whether I should be doing tempo intervals. I spent the day foam rolling and proceeded to plan for a make-up run Boxing Day morning. But then, the morning of Boxing Day was grey, dark, wet, ugly. I thought, okay, I’ll hold off, I’ll do a run later. That didn’t happen.

I did not run. I didn’t get my Friday run in either, and while I did run on Sunday, it was likely because I had people counting on me. But this week…


I have no one. One of my regular Tuesday partners is heading out of town, the other I have yet to hear from, and Thursday’s run is yet again solo because it’s New Year’s. And I’m freaking out! I fear another Thursday like last week will happen ALL week this week. There will be excuses, there will be ugly weather, there will be phantom aches and pains, there will be more days spent run free than running.

I do NOT want that.

So, I’m hoping with me putting this out for all to see it will force me to keep up with my runs. Tomorrow, I am to run hills, 8 x 75 seconds; Thursday I am to run speed intervals 6 times 3 minutes; and Friday an easy 50 minutes. Alone. By myself. Completely solo.

No excuses.

Get me out of here!!!

“Get me out of here!!!”

8:45 a.m. BG before: 7.2
Carbs: 1/2 banana (no bolus)
Temp. basal: -40 per cent (2 hours)
Workout: 100 minutes alternating 20 minutes easy, 5 minutes half marathon pace (5:10-5:35 min/km)
Time: 1:41:13
Distance: 16:10 km
Average pace: 6:17 min/km
Average cadence: 86 spm
BG: @30 minutes: 6.0; @70 minutes: 5.7
Fuel: 2 x 2/3 (400mL) homemade sports drink, 2 shot blocks
11:30 a.m. BG after: 9.3
Temp. basal: +80% (2 hours)

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!!!

Some days…

Some days, the last thing you want to do is pull yourself out of bed when the 5 a.m. alarm shrieks from across the room.

Some days, the hardest thing is squeezing into your sports bra, putting on your shorts, and lacing up your sneakers.

Some days, the thought of a 35-minute tempo run feels as though a marathon was looking back at you.

Some days was today.

When the alarm sounded, I was dead to the world. My eyes were stuck shut, my body felt as though it was the mass of 5,000 tonnes and my head as though it had vice grips securing it to my pillow. The thought of a tempo run was not at all welcomed.

I dragged my sorry self out of bed. I trudged to the washroom with my clothes and gear. I soft stepped down the stairs (no waking Little Ring allowed!). I grumble-whispered Good Morning to a smiling Big Ring, who was already up watching this morning’s stage of the tour, laced up my shoes, and slumped out the door.

I started running, but my eyes were still sticky with sleep and my legs felt like they were slugging through mud. It was as though a moody black cloud were hovering just above. This was going to be a long, painful run.

But then, there it was, my savior. Without even a thought, without a debate, or a weighing of the pros and cons, I ran full on through that ice cold line of sprinklers. And that there changed my run. It was as though I had a drunk a 2L bottle of Jolt!

Instant caffeine!


  • 5 a.m. BG before: 3.5
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: granola bar (15g) no bolus
  • Distance: 6:36 km — 5′ warmup/25′ tempo/5′ cool down
  • Average tempo pace: 5:15 min/km
  • Time: 35:10
  • 6 a.m. BG after: 7.5
  • Temp. basal: +50% for 0.5 hours

For a run that started out so poor, it ended up being so super awesome! I was able to keep my tempo pace within the average (5:00-5:15 min/km) and when I felt my legs slowing, which inevitably I did, I gave them my best Jens Voigt “Shut up legs!” – and they ACTUALLY listened!

So there you go folks, sometimes what seems like a bloody awful idea (5 a.m., can I really be blamed!) can end up being a super freaking awesome reality!

This morning’s sunrise!

And not only was it a great run, it was a smart run. With today’s temperatures again rising into the high 20s, I was quite pleased – and relieved – about getting my run out of the way first thing when the temperatures were still somewhat bearable. And for every runner I passed midday sweating through that scorching sun, of which there were plenty, I felt a pang of sorryness for them, but, uhm, sorry guys, there may have also been a bit of silent gloating going on too.

And with the run out of the way, I was able to spend the rest of the day touring our beautiful city, carefree and fancy free, with my two favourite Rings 😀


How do you get yourself out of the door when you’re faced with those evil Some Day moments?

Directionally disturbed

When I opened my eyes this morning there was lead weighting down my feet, sleep fairies blurring my vision, and every Negative Nelly excuse clouding my judgement. I had wanted to go for a run this morning, I was sure I did, and yet, when the alarm (aka: Big Ring) jolted me awake, I wanted nothing more than to roll over, stuff my head under my pillow, and go back to the land of dreams.

It’s too cold, I moaned. I’m not feeling so great, I whined. I’m tired, I whimpered. And then the negotiations: I’ll go when it’s warmer out. I’ll go when I’m more awake. I’ll go this afternoon. Translation: I won’t go.

Somehow, I don’t know how, I fought through it enough to get myself kitted up for a run, but even after squeezing into my compression tights (which by the way is NO easy task) I was still making excuses, right up to the point of lacing my shoes.

It was just one of those mornings.

I was in almost as bad a state as this worm was with a robin pecking at it!

I don’t know what got me out the door – Big Ring’s encouragements? Little Ring’s smiles? An hour to myself with nothing but my own thoughts? – but I sure as heck am glad I did get out there. It was a freaking awesome feeling run that ended up being SIXTEEN minutes longer than it was supposed to be!!!


  • 7:40 a.m. BG before: 9.1
  • Temp. basal: -30 per cent (1 hour)
  • Distance: 10:61 km
  • Average pace: 6:18 min/km
  • Time: 1:06:19
  • 9:15 a.m. BG after: 5.4
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (1.5 hours)

*NOTE: the post-run basal was a bit too high as I suffered a low later in the morning.

Today’s run was only supposed to be 50 minutes, and I would have done just that had I not – once again – been confused by direction. I’d love to say I’m directionally challenged, but I am so beyond that, I am directionally fugged up!

I ran out to Queensborough, a run I’ve done a few times in the past, but one I haven’t done fully in a couple years. I was pretty sure it was a route that would amount to 50 minutes give or take, but the thing is, when I got to the rail bridge, I started second guessing the route. (Why do I always do that???)  I wasn’t sure if the boardwalk would take me back homeward bound or if I’d have to turn around and come back the way I came. I thought I had done a loop in runs previous, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember exactly how I did that loop. So, after running 100 metres back, 100 metres forward, 100 metres back again (I was running just as indecisively as I was thinking) I finally decided I was better off turning around and going back the way I came – the way I knew I could get back home.

Point of no return: I’m lost.

And you know, you would think, given the way I had started the morning, I would have been cursing to beat all hell with my directionally disturbed ways, but I wasn’t, not at all. I was out there, ice wind in my face, early morning sun blasting through my eyes, and the shadow of my running self running next to me on the road, behind me on the boardwalk, and past me on the picket fences. I wasn’t fighting my breathing, my feet weren’t dragging, and my thoughts weren’t clouded. Quite the opposite. My legs were light, my eyes were bright, and my heart was happy as a kite.

I love watching my shadows run with me 😀

Sometimes, you’ve just got to fight through those demons, because hey, you might just be surprised with the awesome run that awaits you!