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Competitive juices boiling

So you know how I said in my last post that I wasn’t affected by having to walk Run for Water? Well, I wasn’t at the event itself, but I was the next day – when I started looking at the times of people I knew who actively ran the varying courses. I saw good times, great times, unbelievable times. And you know what, the competitive juices in my belly instantly began to boil.

I want to be fast. Super. Princess. Fast. I don’t just want to run the runs anymore, I want to kick their asses and have a blast doing it. So, where do I go from here?

Well, me and my pregnant belly we will continue what we’re doing currently, but come three or so months from now (people keep saying I’m gonna need recovery time after thumb-sucking alien baby arrives, but I’m taking that advice with a grain of salt ;)) there will be a plan in place. I don’t know what that plan will look like, or how I’ll achieve it, but hear me now, I will be faster – some way, some how, come hell or high water, my legs will take me on the fastest adventure I’ve ever been on.

These were good races, but I want to be faster!

I have a feeling there could be a coach in my future 😀

The Running Room program can only take you so far, and I’ve tried doing it on my own, and while I did increase my times quite nicely, they’re still not fast enough. And I know the value of the Running Room is that it’s not overly expensive, but the thing is, for me, it’s high time I elevate my running status.

I know it’s not gonna be cheap, not by any means, and it could be frustrating as hell finding the perfect coach and training program to suit my needs, but in the long run I truly believe it will so be worth the cost and the effort. Take Big Ring for example. Last year he purchased his Lapierre, his sexy French mistress that set him back more than $5,000, but that he thoroughly loves to look at and longs to ride. This is my new bike. This is my Lapierre.


  • My fastest 5 km time is 27:18:00. I want to be 25:00:00
  • My fastest 10 km time is 56:01:00. I want to be 53:00:00
  • My fastest half marathon time is 2:00:24. I want to break two hours.
  • My fastest marathon time is: 4:44:24. I want to be 4:15:00.

I don’t know if those times are realistic, but I do know they are times that are giving me a goal to look towards, to get excited about, to drive me forward – like the lightening rod speed of Usain Bolt!

Plus, I can’t possibly let my Big Brother beat me now can I? And believe you me, he will try. This is the text he sent me after my last post:

But we’re not competitive in my family, nooo 😀


Yertle the Turtle

I’m not gonna lie, that run I went on last night, that super short, super easy, loosen up the legs 3.5 km run, was scary as hell. In fact, could even be in my top 5 scary runs. It’s a run I’ve done hundreds of times, I could run it with my eyes closed, I could run it backwards, I could run it through the thick of snow, but last night the nerves in my belly felt as though they were embarking on their first marathon. I was practically pooping my pants!

Can you feel the fear?

Last night was my first outdoor run since falling flat on my face and spraining my shoulder two weeks ago. Sure I’ve done a couple treadmill runs, but before yesterday, nothing outdoors. And it just so happened, last night’s route was part of the same route we ran that evening. Ohhh the fond memories.

We did NOT want a repeat of this!

Let’s just say, there was a lot of cautionary footing going on. I was not trying to be all Usain Bolt out there, oh no, I was more like Yertle the Turtle – fearing the cement devils jumping up and grabbing on to the toe of my shoe again, or worse, my ankles.


  • 5:30 p.m. BG before: 4.9 (oj and crackers, no bolus)
  • Temp. basal: -70 per cent (1 hour)
  • Distance: 3.5 km
  • Time: 22 minutes
  • 6:30 p.m. BG after: 6.1
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (1 hour)

The run was a success. I did not fall, did not trip, I didn’t even scuff my shoes. So maybe, the whole nervous poopy feeling won’t be there the next time I go out. I can only hope!