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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!


So, uhm, I kind of, sort of, maybe lost a fellow runner yesterday between kilometres 29 and 32. Oops. Note to self, I am a follower NOT a leader.

Unlike the last few weeks of running solo on Sundays, I decided to join my favourite running chick and Rose. And for the most part, aside from my tender foot pads to which I blame my newer, not-quite-pounded-in-enough shoes, I was feeling pretty awesome fitness and injury wise on the hilly route. My ankles were fine, my hips were fine, my mind was fine. And so, when my favourite running chick increased the pace of our long SLOW distance run in the last 5 km, to between a 5:30 and 6:00 minutes per km clip, I was game. The two of us were so focused on our speed and our form and pushing our legs and our brains forward, we completely lost track of the fact Rose was no longer at our heels until we arrived at our end location. We waited and waited and waited, we stretched, we waited, we paced, we waited, we worried, we waited. About 15 minutes passed before my favourite running chick hopped in her car to search for Rose.  I stayed in the lot feeling completely helpless.

Thankfully Rose was fine. Turns out she tacked on a few extra kilometres when she made a wrong turn, and because she didn’t have her Garmin with her she had no indication she was going further than she needed to. As soon as I saw her hop out of the car, I breathed a sigh of relief. Phew, I thought, while they may never let me in the lead again, they will let me run with them again, and that’s what matters … oh and that Rose was safe too, definitely matters!


  • 7:20 a.m. BG before: 6.9 (2 Sharkies)
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent
  • Distance: 32 km
  • Average pace: 6:43 min/km
  • Time: 3:35:22
  • @45 min: Hammer Gel. @60 min. BG: 6.0 @90 minutes. eLoad gel. @2 hours BG: 7.8 @2:15 2 DEX
  • 11:30 a.m. BG after: 7.7

After the run I helped celebrate my favourite iron chickie’s birthday with a birthday party tea party. And my goodness, I do not know why us Canadian girls do not have more of these kind of parties … especially with a New Zealander doing all the baking 😉 This girl went all out in the baking realm with maple drizzled scones complete with maple cream; homemade lemon curd cupcakes with iron chickie designed butterflies; pumpernickel and smoked salmon with capers; finger sandwiches; and colourful fruit pot stickers! I’m pretty sure I ingested all the calories I burned on my run and then some! And the English black tea (of course it was English!) was served in beautiful, dainty tea cups passed down from her grandma.

It was such a lovely girl party, all of us around the table munching down on good eats and chatting and giggling away. We really should do more, if for no other reason than those maple drizzled scones, yum!

Have you ever been to or held a tea party? What was your favourite part?