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2013: The year that was

When I woke up this morning, at 7 a.m. – on purpose! – I was reminded of the me 14 years ago. The first day of the new millennium had me an unhealthy, unhappy, hungover mess. I was overweight, I was miserable, Dear Diabetes and me were not frienemies, we were full on enemies, I had no motivation to run, let alone take on any kind of exercise, and the thought of a child undertow had me cowering under a blanket.

Fast forward 14 years, and my goodness, how far I’ve come. I’m a wife. I’m a mom. I’m a runner. I’m a rockstar diabetic. I’m happy. So freaking happy. My life, I am proud to boast, just keeps getting better and better πŸ˜€

So, I figured I’d celebrate with a morning run and a year’s reflection.

NEW YEAR’S DAY RUN:

  • 10 a.m. BG before: 4.9
  • Carbs: granola bar (14g) no bolus
  • Temp. basal: -30%
  • Time: 28:23
  • Distance: 5.07 km
  • Average pace: 5:36 min/km
  • 11 a.m. BG after: 3.1 😦

2013 wasn’t a traveling year, it wasn’t a life-changing year, but it was a running, training, racing, kick my previous PBs in the butt kind of year.

This is the year that was:

This was the year that one of my most favourite people in the whole wide world became my most trusted coach.

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Photos sourced from Coach NZ’s website at www.revolutionzcoaching.com

This was the year I made a proper running comeback after pregnancy, starting out slow, easy, no gadgets, no pressure, but that quickly grew into pressure, good pressure, great pressure, get my legs moving FAST pressure.

This was the year I set running goals, a lot of running goals – training goals, racing goals, finishing goals.

This was the year I embraced strength training (at the forceful arm twisting of Coach NZ), regularly torturing my abs with silly things like planks, squats, yoga ball pushups, a mixed bag of crunches, and more – so much more – all to make me a stronger, more efficient, faster runner.

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This was the year that THIS also happened πŸ˜€

This was the year I developed a hate-hate, er, I mean, love-hate relationship with speed intervals, and a few times even surprised myself with the repeats I pulled off.

This was the year I fell in love with 4:30 and 5 a.m. runs. (Seriously, who am I???)

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This was the year I finally smashed my previous 10 km PB, achieved two years earlier, and peed my pants in the process!

This was the year I also (unofficially) achieved my racing season goal and cracked sub two hours in a half marathon – no peeing, but a damned train trying to foil my speedy efforts!

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This was the year my running and diabetes became famous. More on that in another post πŸ˜€

This was the year that my husband once again, 5,000 times over, supported me in every endeavour I took on. The year my beautiful boy became my bestest cheerleader. The year that was the foundation for the greatness that will be 2014.

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May 2013: My first Mother’s Day. My first fondo.

Happy New Year!

2013: the year I get my feet back

2012: There were no sun-drenched long runs, no personal bests, no races, in fact, there was hardly any running at all. And yet, it was a year I shall cherish for always.

It was the second week of January (the day after Big Ring’s birthday) that we found out (while running!) we had a little thumb-sucking alien baby growing in my belly. I had vowed to keep up with my running, and was sure I’d be able to run the 5 km Run for Water in May, and the first Starbucks Women’s Run in June, but unfortunately my body and blood sugars had other ideas. By mid March, I had retired my running shoes to the closet, in favour of hiking and walking shoes.

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Clockwise: Starbucks (WALK) for Women in June; hiking Lynn Valley in May; retiring my running sneakers in March.

It was a year full of all-day nausea, every nasty pregnancy side effect imaginable (seriously, I could make a book that would for sure get teens to practice abstinence!), weekly doctor and dietitian frustrations, strict guidelines and rules, worries and anxieties, butterflies and wonderings. And I wouldn’t change it for a second.

It was the year my thumb-sucking alien baby became my real life Little Ring. Huge hearts!


Apparently this is what my boys do when I’m slogging away at chemistry πŸ™‚

And now, with 2012 gone, it’s time to look ahead to 2013: the year I get my feet back.

Remember this?

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Or how about this?

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I’d be remiss if I didn’t include this one with me trailing behind, but take note, it was taken within the first minute of the run πŸ™‚

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Well folks, it seems Big Brother wants another crack at me. And if that’s not motivation to get my stubborn feets back in tip top shape, I don’t know what is. Bring it on Big Brother. Hehe πŸ˜‰

2011: a princess perfect year

2011 was a year full of personal bests, discoveries, and lots of laughter; a great one indeed. And it started with a bang.


January: Resolution Run

While most were sleeping away hangovers on the morning of Jan. 1, I was up early racing against myself in the Running Room’s 5 km Resolution Run; I won. I crossed the finish line with a personal best that shaved a good 2 minutes 38 seconds off my previous 5k PB.

It was the first of four personal bests this year. While training for my second marathon, Run for Water, which was at the end of May, I clocked in a two-hour, 24-second half marathon time at the Good Life Fitness Toronto Half in the middle of May, cutting my previous half time by nearly 4 minutes. Two weeks later I finished Run for Water with a time of 4:44:24; not quite the time I wanted, but 10 minutes and 17 seconds faster than my first marathon time 7 months earlier. I also scored a PB up the Grouse Grind in July, completing in 55 minutes and 20 seconds!


May: Good Life Fitness Toronto Half


May: Run for Water Marathon

It wasn’t all glory though. Early in the year my running was put on hold after bone scans showed stress fractures in both ankles. As a result, my favourite ironchickie forced me to silence my pool germ fears in order to reap the benefits of aqua jogging (which we later renamed aqua running), of which there were plenty. Post-injury, my tempo runs and races were way speedier than pre-injury!

In addition to stress fractures, I was also attacked by butt bursitis, knee bursitis and misalignment of my legs – at the cost of more than $3,000 worth of physiotherapy, massage therapy, and active release therapy visits. Oh joy.


March: Physiotherapy

When I wasn’t sidelined by injury, I was taking on challenges by “non-runners.” The day of the Resolution Run, Big Ring announced he could do that run no problem, and in fact bet me that he could kick my butt doing it. Never one to back down from a challenge, I set down the wager. We were to race the 2012 Resolution Run. If he won, I’d cook dinner for a year. If I won, he’d cook dinner all year, which he pretty much already does πŸ˜‰ [Note: That challenge has been postponed.]

Big brother also challenged me to a race, a 10 km race, one he too was sure he could beat. “I’m going to kick your ass,” he laughed. On June 10, five days after my birthday, seven days after his, I proved him wrong. Happy Birthday to me! πŸ˜€


June: Police Challenge 10 km

On the diabetes front, it’s still there, I still have it, no cure was proclaimed – not as yet at least… maybe 2012 πŸ˜‰

As 2011 counts itself down, I leave you with my favourite picture of the year. Happy New Year friends. May your 2012 be filled with love and laughter, challenges and competitions, health and happiness, and special, special people. These, including the man behind the camera, are mine:


2011: Love!