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Run for Water: one year later

Oh how a year can change. This time last year I was cursing myself for signing up for the marathon, for torturing myself once again in something I didn’t quite enjoy the first time around. And this year, well, I wasn’t a marathoner, wasn’t a half marathoner, wasn’t even a runner. I was a 5k walker.

We couldn’t let alien thumb sucker’s debut on the racing circuit go unnoticed now could we?

One of the first questions Big Ring asked of me after I had crossed the finish line of today’s Run for Water was “How hard was it for you not to run?” It was a question my walking partner had also asked of me along the route. And you know, had I been on my own, trying to get through those 5 kilometres solo, it would have probably killed me. I mean, just seeing all the fair-weather runners out these days, and seeing all my running peeps pictures posted on Facebook is causing great pangs of envy in my belly.

But today, it wasn’t like that , those thoughts didn’t even cross my mind – all thanks to my favourite walking peeps. With my beautiful sister-in-law by my side (who also happens to be one of my most favourite people in the world AND my in-the-know pregnancy chick too!) as well as my super cute nephews Lightening Bolt and Spider Roan bringing smiles to my face every step of the way, the event for me became a catch-up stroll around the lake. Something my sister-in-law and I used to love to do back in the early days of hers and my big brother’s courtship.

Lightening Bolt leading the way!

It also brought a smile to my face knowing that this event is probably the only time my Big Brother, who ran ahead of us with my other nephew as soon as we crossed the start line, would finish first. Oh yeah Big Brother, I’m laying the gauntlet down. You got your glory today, but once alien thumb sucker is out, let the race begin! You’re going down 😉

Okay seriously, this picture melts me!

While the event didn’t necessarily have a negative effect on me, the excitement for Big Ring was lost. He and a buddy came out to cheer me on this morning, before going out on a 102 km ride. I don’t know if it was the time it took for us to cross the finish line, or the lack of nerves and excitement bubbling out of me, but Big Ring couldn’t help but long for those days of my running yore. Don’t worry Big Ring, I’ll be back soon enough.

Waiting… Waiting… Waiting…

And to cap the day, I was able to watch my favourite running chick cross the finish line of her very first marathon – with a beautiful smile on her face. So freaking proud of that chick, oh man.

I also witnessed Evil Pace Bunny crossing the finish line. Remember him? Well, we may have to rename him Evil – INSANE – Pace Bunny. This guy, ran an ultra marathon on Saturday (in super hot temperatures I might add) and then this morning went out and did the marathon. But he didn’t just do the marathon, didn’t take it easy, make it an LSD run, oh no, EPB crossed the finish line in 3:49:02 – with that evil, freaking smile plastered to his face! Like I said: Insane. Evil.

A well-deserved piece of pizza indeed!

And congrats to all my other running peeps who rocked the 5k, 10k, half and full marathons today!

Then and now

What I was doing 10 years ago: I was being startled awake by the phone ringing just before 7 a.m.. I remember thinking who the hell was calling that early as I stuffed my head under a pillow to muffle the sound. It was my moms. A minute later my big-big brother, who I lived with at the time, was banging on my bedroom door. I can still hear his voice. “Kate! Kate! You got to get up! You got to see this!”  The Twin Towers were on fire. Two planes had crashed through them. The world as we knew it would never be the same again.

I couldn’t pull my eyes away. Not two weeks prior I had been in New York, I had got pictures of the towers, I had listened intently as a girlfriend of mine had pointed high up and told me the story of her parents getting married up there so many years prior. And as I watched the towers crumble that day, my heart broke for the people, the city, the country. Today, 10 years later, with video clips and images filling the TV screens, newspapers, and magazines, and with goosebumps still covering my skin, and tears still brimming my eyes, my heart continues to break for those lost, and for what used to be.

We will never forget.


What I’m doing today:  Well, I’m not running, nor am I cycling or aqua jogging, or pilatesing … but I am walking. Dear physio never told me I couldn’t walk and I never asked, so I’m going with it 😀

And you know what, I’m actually kind of enjoying it. I had been going stir crazy. (And maybe driving Mario a little crazy while I was at it) For two and a half days, I was in a serious mood, a you don’t want to mess with me as I might drop kick you one second and burst into tears the next kind of mood. By noon Saturday, I had to something. And so, dressed in my lilac sundress, I put my walking shoes on and headed out the door. I started to power walk down the quay, a total 3 km there-and-back jaunt, when not halfway, I ran into my grams and her faithful Ginger. We walked together for about a half an hour before we went our separate ways; grams for home and me back to the power walk.

I headed back out the door today to meet up with Mario for lunch at Granville Island. He rode. I walked. From the Skytrain station at Science World to Granville Island is another 3 km trek. Mario and I had a great lunch out in the sun with music and beauty all around us. And when it was done, he went back on his ride and I went back on my walk. For two hours, I became a tourist in my city; my eyes opened to its beauty, its treasures, its hole-in-the-wall secrets. And today, I once again fell in love with the place I’ve always been.

Walking is no replacement to running, but for now, it’s a good diversion to the mind battles, knee struggles and mood swings. Thank you feet.

Goldilocks and the fear

Diabetes Lesson No. 941: Walking is exercise.

After work I met up with my favourite ironchickie for a post-birthday (me) and post-half-ironman (her) walk along the dykes in the Valley. I had planned on testing my blood sugars before heading out, just as I do before all other exercise, but I think the excitement of seeing my dear friend combined with getting lost trying to find the parking lot, and coming across two toddler billie goats lounging in the middle of a dead end road (I kid you not, I thought they were dogs from afar, but as I got closer I saw their furry horns) completely threw me off. And it wasn’t until about 3.5 km into the 5 km walk, when I realized that I hadn’t tested my blood sugars and that I had also not stuffed any sugar-related goodies into my pocket, and that my legs were getting somewhat tingly, which is almost always a surefire sign the blood sugars are plumetting. Sure enough, when we got back to the cars, my blood sugars were 3.1. Yikes! But hey, I didn’t forget my camera 😀

I’d like to buy a vowel please Vanna.

Have you ever met up with a friend and had something you really, really wanted to talk to him or her about, and had ample opportunity to talk to them about it, but then realized, once you’ve departed, that you were so busy talking about other things that you completely forgot to talk about what you wanted to talk to them about. That’s exactly what happened to me today. Because my favourite ironchickie is so super duper fast, like superhero fast, so fast she finished the half ironman in Oliver (on my birthday!) which consists of a 2 km swim, a 93 km bike ride, and a 21 km run, in 5:04:57 (Need I remind you all it took me almost the same amount of time (save 20 minutes) to complete just one marathon?!?!) and won her age category, came in 6th for all women, and 59th overall (out of 785 participants!) I figured she would be the perfect person to glean expertise from on what more I can do in training to better my half marathon times. But do you think I said a peep about it when we were walking along the trails? Nope, we were too busy talking about so much else; evidence of a perfect get together!

Feeding Mrs. Horse and her Billy Goat buddy along the trail.

We were also too busy (or at least I was) freaking out about a potential mama bear on the lam with cubs in tow. I don’t know about the rest of you, but despite growing up on a farm, I am so not a farm girl, and if I saw a bear, mama bear or not, I’d probably pee my pants, start crying , and run … which my favourite ironchickie has told me a couple of times now is NOT the thing to do in the presence of a bear! I would so totally be dinner!


Our walk came to a close with a surprise birthday gift (FOR ME!) of a beautifully dainty, for-one (me!) tea pot/cup printed with butterflies. Ever since my last trip to Europe, where I spent almost every morning of our trip drinking tea out of dainty teacups, I have wanted a dainty teacup of my own. And when I went to my favourite ironchickie’s birthday tea party last month, my eyes practically glowed a bright green as I ogled her teacup collection which was passed down to her by her grandma. Now, thanks to my favourite ironchickie, I have the start of my own collection.

Can you feel the excitement?

We both love butterflies!

Today’s gift makes that three days of birthday gifts, I could totally get used to this … hmm … 12-month birthday anyone 😉