After a week of pouting about my race and injury, I’m glad to say I’ve come to terms with where I am right now. Pity party over, I’ve run out of peanut butter pretzels, and I’m ready to get a PR in recovery and general fitness improvement. I’m optimistic, patient, and excited to experience some other physical pursuits that don’t involve pounding pavement with my legs.

I don't have any workout pictures, so I'll flood this post with random other things that happened this past week. Starting with a puppy visit last Friday at work.

I don’t have any workout pictures, so I’ll flood this post with random other things that happened this past week. Starting with a puppy visit last Friday at work.

I’m logging more km in the pool, typically swimming 1000-1500m each time. I usually break up the distance with intervals with the pull buoy and flutter board. Here are a couple workout examples:

1000m Swim Workout
100m freestyle (aka front crawl)
50m pull buoy (arms only)
50m flutter board (legs only)
100m freestyle
50m pull bouy
50m flutter board
100m freestyle
All that x2

1500m Swim Workout
300m freestyle
100m pull buoy
100m flutter board
100m pull buoy
300m freestyle
100m flutter board
100m pull buoy
100m flutter board
300m freestyle

Using the pull buoy helps build some upper body strength and learn proper body position. Start with placing it between your thighs, and work your way down your legs as you progress. I found that mixing it up with the board and pull buoy gives my body a break, as I’m still finding it a challenge to do loads of consecutive laps of freestyle. I hope that maybe by the end of the summer I can complete 1500m of front crawl without a break (taking under 45 min total).

My babely friends.

My babely friends.

I’ve been hitting up spin classes. I’m not always in the mood to listen to crappy techno at 6am in the morning, so I don’t always go. But I don’t worry about it too much. It’s a good way to keep up VO2 and anaerobic capacity somewhat up and I do it when I can.

Mother's Day! Out in Lake Louise.

Mother’s Day! Out at Lake Louise.

Another big ‘recovery goal’ of mine is to work hard on my strength. I’m not able to comfortably work on any type of impacting plyometrics so I thought I’d jump on the heavy lifting bandwagon for a while. It has been known for eons that high-weigh-low-reps is a surefire way to make muscle gains, and finally it is no longer taboo for women to desire strength and have muscles. It’s been more than rumored to even help endurance sports. So why the hell not.

I recently shadowed my friend Jen, a lady of strong legs/butt and heavy squats, and got her to show me the way around a squat rack. I’ve trained on one before (back in my skiing days), but it’s been a while and I was feeling a little shy. Here’s a quick run-down of what we did:

Warm-up squats with the bar
Back squats
Overhead squats (with a lighter barbell because I’m a n00b)
Lunges on the smith machine
Calf raises on the leg press
Hamstring curls

~3-5 sets of ~5-10 reps, usually increasing weights with each set

I had a blast. It was fun to have someone show me something new, and to work out with a buddy. My legs didn’t even feel that bad the next day (two days after however…). I’m looking forward to seeing some progress in my lifting abilities.

Lake Louise herself

Lake Louise herself

Which brings me to my next topic. One thing I loved about running is the progress I would see. I liked seeing my pace drop and race times improve (who doesn’t, really?), and it gave me a reason to push myself past my comfort zone. That was something I was upset about and miss from being injured. Thinking about keeping fit through my rehab, I chose activities that I could aim for tangible, quantifiable improvements with. Weights, I will see the numbers increasing. Swimming, I will (hopefully) see my times dropping, and feeling more comfortable swimming consecutive laps.

I’m happy to have a new focus to bring me out of my rut, thus feeding an upward spiral of positivity that will in turn only help my recovery and mental approach when I do get back running. I’ve had to keep my mind focused on my long term goals (we’re talking very long term) and see this as a bump in the road that allowed me to develop as an athlete as a whole.

Keep your eyes on the prize.

Lazy cat and boyfriend's morning hair

Lazy cat and boyfriend’s morning hair


2014 BMO Vancouver Marathon Recap

Well, what to say about this race? It was… hard. Physically, emotionally, mentally. I’m glad I ran it, Vancouver is still my favorite race so far, but this one kind of kicked my ass.

Dan and I drove from Calgary to Vancouver on Friday. Aside from trying to navigate around semi trucks in the pouring rain for the first five hours (in which I got to drive the whole time), it was a relatively uneventful 11 hour drive (unlike last year). That night we stayed with my friend Sarah, ate some tacos and I proceeded to consume a fair number of liquid carbs while catching up with friends at an 88 Mile Trip show (our friend Dave is the lead singer).

Saturday I picked up my race stuff, wandered the expo, and felt a little sad that my mom wasn’t there with me and instead had to get an MRI of her ankle that night. Her name was still up on the Saucony ‘Find Your Strong’ board and she made me promise I would run extra hard for her.

hi mom

I checked into the vrbo we were staying at for the remainder of our trip then visited an awesome little running store nearby called Distance Running. This is the only place in Canada that sells Oiselle, so obviously I bought a few things.

A couple friends and Dan’s sister came over for dinner, pie, and a hot tub. I had borrowed a Polar RC3 GPS (since mine needs repairs) and I fiddled around with it for a while. I tried to set up training pages to mimic how I set up my Garmin for races with distance, average lap (mile) page, and average overall pace. I couldn’t seem to figure it out, and reluctantly decided to just scroll through it’s default training pages to see my current and overall average pace. I did the usual pre-race prep aka pietime (aside from taking a picture of my pie… maybe that’s where I went wrong?) and hit the sack. I had a crappy sleep and woke up a million times.

Sunday morning I woke up on the later side (6am for a 7am start) since I planned to eat a ProBar and hit the road. We stayed ~1 mile from the start, so I thought I would run there for a warm up. Since I knew it was raining outside, I donned one of Dan’s old hats and cut some holes in a garbage bag to wear to the start. When I stepped outside, I realized that it was raining a bit harder than I expected, so I woke up Dan so he could drive me to the start. As if I’m “warming up”. Staying dry as long as possible became the new priority.

At the start I quickly checked my bag, went pee, and found my corral right in time. I tossed the garbage back and embraced the rain. Before I knew it we were off.

I was generally relaxed and optimistic at this point. For the first few km I was exactly where I wanted to be, just a bit slower than goal pace. I realized quickly that although I had set up the watch to lap at every mile, it wouldn’t show the time it took me to run that mile, unlike my Garmins. But I could deal with it.


Running down Cambie (start to km 3.5) I basically zoned out and ran through the rain and wind, all a nice gradual downhill. When we crossed the Cambie Bridge and ran into Chinatown. I began to feel a bit of tightness in my abdomen. Of course, stomach cramps. There you are, old friend. I slowed down heading into the out-and-back, watching my average pace dip from 8:13/m to 8:42/m. Thankfully the dull pain subsided and I picked it back up again.


that’s me on the left with the minty arm warmers

There was a small hill around Quebec St (~6km), so I didn’t see my pace change much. I switched from average pace view to current pace, and it seemed to fluctuate between 8:00/m and 10:00/m. Keeping track of that was annoying so I switched back to average pace and it stayed at 8:42/m. For the REST OF THE RACE.

I was determined to make the pace on the watch move so I kept pushing. It would not budge up nor down. I gave up and kept intermittently calculating my finish time based on the stopwatch and km markers.

The rain let up a bit for the run through Stanley Park. I kept pushing as hard as I could and forgot about the watch.

The last 3k I tried to focus on intermittently picking up the pace, attempting to utilize some fast twitch muscles as my tired, slow twitch-ers were pretty exhausted.

With 1km left I dug deep and focused on seeing Dan and getting warm again. Soon enough, the finish line was in sight and I gave it all I got. I kept looking side to side to see if I could see my man.

shiftyeye mcgee

shiftyeye mcgee

Then I inevitably crossed the finish line with a chip time of 1:55:42. Gender place: 1094/6113, category place: 270/1105.

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Past the finish I sobbed a bit. I was relieved yet disappointed yet proud yet unhappy. Such a mix of emotions. I had really hoped for even just a little baby PR to make me feel like despite the injury, I managed to improve. I ran hard, and gave it my all, but that wasn’t enough.

I needed a hug. So I kept looking for any sign of Dan. I made my way to the gear drop tables and checked my phone. Dan had gotten stuck in traffic, and was just able to park, so he missed my finish. My heart broke. I was wet and sad and alone. I felt so defeated. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. It was supposed to be the day I ran my best full marathon and qualified for Boston, with Dan and our Vancouver friends and my mom cheering for me at the finish, after my mom had run her best half marathon. Not a wet, injured half marathon non-PR, walking towards no one in the finishing chute.

Don’t get me wrong, things could have gone way worse. I’m glad I was still able to run and not run a personal worst. I still had an ok time. But not great. Everyone kept telling me I should still be happy but I couldn’t be. I confessed this to Dan later, and he agreed that I should be allowed to feel sad about it. I had my pity party and I’m now moving on.

I finished the day with food, beer, and hot tubbing with some friends.


I think watching movies where the unlikely underdog takes the win can give you a false expectation when it comes to your own personal athletic pursuits. I knew I was under-trained going into this. The two weeks prior to the race, I didn’t even really try to taper. I essentially gave up. I didn’t even feel much like swimming or biking, and to be honest, I didn’t have much time to do either. Frustration got the better of me. But, at the same time, I wished and hoped that I could somehow pull off a PR and feel magically better about running again. Clearly that did not happen, and I don’t feel better about running. In fact, we’re on a break right now. Not permanently, no, HELL NO. But I need some time away to regroup and let my body heal.

I only have three other races that I’ve registered for this year: two 10ks and one half (which I am not racing). I am not sure if I will register for any more. Maybe I’ll feel better in a few days/weeks/months, but we’ll see. I’m over being injured and I need this time to regain my strength, however long it is.

Till then, you can find me swimming, lifting weights, eating peanut butter pretzels and watching cat videos, plotting my epic return. I’ll leave you with one to lift the mood of this overly pouty recap (lolz).



Running Strike – Week 2

And just like that, two weeks has past since I last ran. My conclusion? I think that two weeks will be my new standard of abstinence from running next time I am cursed with an injury. Would I have been cured earlier had I taken the two weeks off sooner? I will never know. But what I do know is that I feel pretty great now. I’ve even sprinted across the street a couple times with no pain/niggle/any sensation that my calves or shins were causing me so much pain for so long.

Since we last spoke I have spin class-ed once, pool ran twice, swam once, had two rest days, and three sessions of weights. Wednesday night however my neck and upper back seized up to the point I couldn’t turn my head, but thanks to some chiropractor adjustments I feel much better and am 90% back to normal with minimal residual tightness.

An example of all the neck movements I couldn’t make.

Otherwise, I have been feeling fan-fricken-tastic.

Last night I ran, and it was glorious. Calgary is finally warming up, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I threw on my Hokas and went out the door for a little 5k jaunt.

Before: a little scared

Before: a little scared

I used my Nike app, so at the first half mile it announced my pace to me: 8:14/mile. What? I was running comfortably, but didn’t feel like I was overworking it. I just made sure I was relaxed and not in any pain, and figured it would drop. At 1 mile, it announced I was at 8:15/mile. That’s cool. Mile 2 was 8:16/mile, and I was running in a well developed groove and felt mega comfortable bounding along in my bouncy Hokas. Mile 3 was 8:17/mile. I stopped to walk a little at the end, resulting in an 8:18/mile average for the 3.12 miles. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Is this what I’m capable of when I’m not in pain?

After: maximum stoked levels reached

After: maximum stoked level reached

I’m glad I took this time off and even more glad that I didn’t just spend the last two weeks sitting on the couch and feeling sorry for myself. I am almost exactly a month away from the Vancouver marathon, and a little nervous that I haven’t ran further than 16 miles in this training cycle. On road. In the pool, I’m up to about 20 miles so maybe I’ll be ok? I don’t want to jump into a 20 miler on the road and hurt myself again, so I think I will keep my long “runs” in the pool and work on building back up in my runs during the week. I keep reminding myself that this is my “experimental” marathon and to have no expectations.

These past two weeks I have embraced cross training and quite enjoyed it, thus allowing me to break free from the mental patterns and activity bad habits I had created and develop new, more positive ones:

LISTEN!!!!!*^$!@@% to my body above EV-ER-Y thing else

– Take rest days when I need them, guilt free, even if they’re not scheduled

– No more being a mileage Nazi. Use goal mileage as a guideline only

– Substitute some runs in the pool, especially if I don’t feel 100% to run on land

– Swim once a week

– Yoga once a week

– Spin once a week

That being said, I am currently undecided if I will run tonight. I have a slight ache in my right shin, and although I am currently compressing and icing it, if that niggle isn’t gone by the end of the work day, back to the pool for me. This Sunday I am running the Glencoe Icebreaker 10k and I would like to be able to have the best run/race possible.

Anyways, that’s it for now! Wish me luck!




Running Strike – Week 1

With week one of my running streak is complete, things are going pretty well. I’m still taking it day by day, but generally my shins (especially my misbehaving right shin) are feeling much better. Old Me at the point would’ve thought “hey! I’m feeling mostly better lets get back at it” but New Me knows that this injury likes to rear it’s stupid head again and again when you’re think you’re close to being out of the woods. New Me wants to be way the fuck away from those woods before she hops back into her running shoes.

Why two weeks? First off, that’s what my trainer recommended. I didn’t question him. Maybe I should have? Either way, it seemed like a good chunk of time since after a week I’m typically feeling “good enough to run” but something ends up hurting. Secondly, I am registered for the Glencoe Icebreaker 10k on April 6 and intend on running it. It would be nice to get a couple easy runs in before hand so I plan on giving that a try next Wednesday or Thursday.

But this strike does not mean I’m not training! Oh no. I’ve been filling the running-shaped void in my life with various other cross training, reduced-to-no impact activities.

Spin classes have taken the place of my tempo runs and track workouts, and pool running the longer, slower distances. Last Saturday I successfully completed my first long run in the pool (2hr, 45 min).

my new treadmill


If you think that “running” for nearly three hours in your neighborhood gym’s dive tank would be painfully boring, and you would be right. But it’s less painful if you procure one of these little guys.

It’s a waterproof iPod bag with a headphone jack! Don’t ask me how the headphone jack works in the water because I don’t know, it just does. It’s science.

Anyways, I loaded up my iPod with Hunger Games on audiobook (entertaining, doesn’t require much brain-thinking) and went for it. Soon enough two hours went by, and I really only dreaded the last half hour. I was hungry, had to pee, and was looking forward to my massage that afternoon. But all in all, it was good and I’m not totally dreading this Saturday morning when I get to do it all over again (but for longer).

At least I can reward myself with food after.

Another exciting thing I did this week was swim laps for the first time in… oh… two years? I did it quite a bit in University and after, but got out of the habit. I decided to go for 45 minutes, and would basically do laps of front crawl until I got tired and then I would throw in a lap of breast stroke. I swam 1500m in total. It took me a while to get into it and find my stride (stroke?) but the last 500m I had no issue holding the front crawl for several laps at a time. In the end, I really enjoyed it and hope to throw one swim workout into the mix once a week going forward.

Mentally I’m feeling pretty good. The frustration I had with being injured and the anger I had towards two small parts of my lower legs has dissolved and I’m feeling relaxed, happy and healthy. I think I stand a good chance of having an enjoyable, pain-free race as long as I keep myself fit and healthy (being injury free) even though Vancouver might not hold the PR I had previously hoped for. But who knows! I’ve never trained for a race before in this way. Anything could happen.

Running Strike

Just thought I’d check in with y’all (yep, still using it) and update you on life and stuff. Mostly shins.

I wrote (and re-wrote) a post last week, but wordpress/my computer/the combination of was being uncooperative and I wasn’t able to post it. So here we are.

Shins.They’re not doing much better. I had about a week of not-so-much pain, thinking I was on the upward swing, then my right shin hopped on the pain train. I cut back again, ran a bit in San Francisco (yep, I was there and was going to talk about in the “post that never happened”). I bought Hokas and they felt good for a hot minute.


I also got new pants!

 I attempted a tempo run on Tuesday, outdoors, to test if/how I would be able to hold my pace. I could, sort of, but cut it short. That night, while icing religiously and watching Hunger Games, I decided that I needed to finally listen to my trainer Conrad and take some time off. Like, ACTUALLY take time off, and a minimum of two weeks.

If I keep on the same path of running in pain 85-90% of the time and cutting back to running 3x a week, there is a high chance I will do further damage and not run Vancouver (or any marathon this summer for that matter). I’m not enjoying myself and it’s not doing me any good mentally or physically.

I have created some simple rules :
– No running, not even if I feel better or mostly better
– Make up my runs with cross training activities. Spin classes, pool running speedwork/tempo/long runs, elliptical, etc
– If I don’t feel up to doing an activity, don’t do it. No more pushing through exhaustion and pain.

Instead of making Vancouver my big time goal race, it’s now my experimental race. I want to see how well I can bounce back, and comparatively how I will perform by not running much/at all but substituting with ample cross training. I have no expectations, I’m only going to try my best.

Wish me luck!


Off to Austin!

Hi everyone! This week I was busy with some work training so I didn’t have a chance to post a training recap for last week. But here it is. I threw in this week for good measure too although there isn’t much there.

But exciting news! I’m off to Austin for a week! Dan and I are visiting my cousin, and I’m running the Austin Half Marathon. I’m taking it as a training/see where I’m at/please don’t die shins run with little expectations. But for the most part I hope to be doing lots of this:


From my last trip to Austin


Monday since I took Sunday off, I was craving some time in the water (WEIRD I KNOW). I did a 50 min pool fartlek workout, which was alright. I still don’t feel like I get AS good of a workout in the pool as I do on land, but that’s probably because my form is not up to par. In fact, when I saw this article, I could totally relate to Figure 2 below.

Tuesday I felt bold before my early morning physio workout. I didn’t tape my shins but I did a stair interval workout at the gym. 10 min warm up, 10 min stair repeats, 5 min run, 10 min stairs, 5 cool down. They didn’t feel great from all that. Physio however went well and I wasn’t immobilized after, which is an improvement.

Wednesday morning I felt no real pain and decided I would run on the treadmill at lunch. While walking over to the gym I realized I left the KT Tape at my desk, but didn’t want to lengthen the amount of time I spent outdoors so I decided I would just see how far I got. The answer to that was 3 miles (out of the planned 5). Well, actually I got to 2.5 before the pain set in, and finished up the 3 then did the remaining 2 on the elliptical (at 180 strides/min).

After this, my mood went down the toilet. I felt a weird spasm/niggle/pain occasionally in my right calf. Great. Something new. I felt generally defeated and scared that I won’t be able to reach my goals this year. I didn’t even want to work out at this point. I just want to go home and cuddle my cat and cry into some wine. Completely over this injury business. I just want to get back to putting real miles into my spreadsheet, not “estimates based on pool time” to make myself feel better. I want to say “yes!” to meeting up with friends for a long weekend run. I want to get excited about the thought of running snowy trails, not wince with the thought of how much pain it’d bring me.

Nothing describes frustration quite like Kim Kardashian’s crying face (source)

I don’t like feeling defeated. In the past I would wallow in my disappointment (typically in myself) and let it eat me up. I am, however, getting increasingly better at pulling myself out of the slumps and finding a solution. Growing up my parents had very little tolerance for self pity, and now I’m finally finding that I can limit my wallowing and actually DO something to better the situation.

So in this case, I decided I want to be in an inflammation-eliminating, injury-healing machine and picked up some calcium, vitamin D, vitamin C, Omega 3, and some MSM combo supplement (to help with soft tissue repair). Down the hatch they went followed by a glass of wine as I finished the poster for this year’s Epilepsy E-Race.

Anti-Inflammation Super-Healing Arsenal

Anti-Inflammation Super-Healing Arsenal

After hearing about the “amazing anti-inflammatory properties” of turmeric I decided to pick up some fresh turmeric root and make some tea with it plus honey. It tastes pretty good, but if you decide to go this route head my warning: IT TURNS EVERYTHING YELLOW.

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Post-turmeric tea toothbrush. Gross.

Post-turmeric tea toothbrush. Gross.

Thursday morning I was ULTRA sure to tape my shins, and got up bright and early to run a hilly workout on the treadmill:

1 mile 0% incline

1 mile increasing incline by 0.5% every 0.05 mile

1 mile 0% incline

1 mile changing the incline gradually with step backs (0.5, 0, 1.0, 0.5, 1.5, 1.0, 2.0…. etc) every 0.05 mile

1 mile 0% incline

All at a 9:35ish pace.

The shins were a little tender but a major improvement from the day before. I did some strength training at lunch.

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My latest taping method

Friday more lunchtime strength training (core, arms and back focused) followed by a tempo interval workout in the evening (3 x 1 mile @ 8:00, 7:47, 7:47 with 400m recovery between) and a half hour of pool running.

Saturday had a scheduled 22km-ish run but under strict orders from my physio to not run more than 10k, I did 1 hour on the elliptical, 1 hour on the treadmill, then 20 min pool running while Jamie kept me company. Shins taped and in compression socks. I got to watch the Dufour-Lapointe sisters win gold and silver in freestyle skiing and was the only person in the gym crying on the treadmill.

!!!! SO proud.

!!!! SO proud.

Sunday I yoga’d! Leela Eco Spa has a great hips and back class that is perfect for runners. I also read this about yoga and inflammation, and since I’m all about reducing inflammation these days let’s bring on the yoga.

This week was a tough one to get through mentally (I will admit some of it was hormonal). It took a lot to get back to being positive and trust that I WILL get better and feel strong once again.


Like I mentioned before, this week was a little out of the ordinary. The only runs I had were a fun 3.5 mile tempo (2 miles @ 7:53 and felt great) and a short hill workout the next day, in which I couldn’t figure out why I felt so tired until I remembered that I tempo’d the day before. I also finally wore my Oiselle Lux top (with the Lesley tights) so it was the comfiest run of all time. The lux material definitely lives up to its hype.

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I also got to meet Mandy’s daughter (weeeeirdddd!) Hadley! She’s perfect and smells nice like a baby.

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Anyhoos, I am off bright and early tomorrow morn! I won’t be on here for a while, but get on Twitter and Instagram if you want to follow my ATX adventures in real time. They’ll be good, I promise.


Let’s play spot the pale Canadian at the Canada theme party

Good Decisions.

This week my good to bad decision ratio was slightly more intelligent.

Monday I was tired from skiing and running on the weekend, so I opted for an upper body strength workout at lunch that disabled me from effectively taking off my shirt for several days after.

Tuesday brought some morning hill sprints and physio afterwards. There are several decent sized hills nearby so I thought I’d try out a hill “loop” of sorts. The hill was about 400m, followed by a nice downhill and some flat ground before looping back to the start of the hill. After a warm up I did this 4x.


top word says “DOWN”…

Wednesday I was still a bit sore from physio, so I did a slow 3 miles in the morning, and a REAL slow and crappy 5 miles after work in the cold, blowing snow. None of the sidewalks or pathways had been cleared yet and I was sliding around. My shins and calves hated me, and I told myself NO MORE RUNNING ON SNOWY PATHWAYS. Which probably means no running outside until May.

Thursday I decided to put myself on a strict indoor running diet until the snow disappears or my legs feel better (whatever comes first). Wanting to get some cardio in, I convinced Jamie to join me in aqua jogging (I insist on calling it this over ‘water running’ because it amuses me) to take the pressure of my shins. It was a surprising amount of fun! We were just two old bitties getting an impact-free workout in.

Probably looking something like this (source)

Now that I’ve done the initial pool workout aqua jogging doesn’t seem as daunting anymore, and I plan on getting more pool miles in.

Friday I had big plans of doing a treadmill tempo run followed by some more aqua jogging. But after running some errands after work and driving my mom home (because I won’t let her drive her standard car with a cast on), I was feeling rushed and running totally behind and logistically could not make it happen. Oh well. I did some strength that day, so not all is lost.

Saturday I spent most of the morning feeling sorry for myself. My shins ached in weird, new places but with less intensity, and it was sunny but cold out. All I wanted was to feel strong again and have an enjoyable run. Was that too much to ask? So around midday Dan and I ran a couple errands and I realized that it was in fact, NOT that cold out. I figured I would throw caution to the wind and give this running thing a try, even for a short one. I taped the shit out of my legs, put on some near-new Mizuno Wave Riders a friend gave me to try out* and figured I would start running and just see how it felt.

The first half mile felt a bit rusty and I took it really slow. I had no desire to push myself. Then my pace kept dropping. I wasn’t running hard, it actually felt as though I was running veeeerrrry slow, but I was pain-free so I just kept going! I charged through downtown, loving every minute of it. It was a true, transdimensional space goat run and lasted 14 whole miles at ~9:00-9:10/mile, which is A-FREAKIN-MAZING considering the pace I have been running at, how I’ve been feeling, and how little perceived effort I was putting into the run.

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Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, just outside of my house a couple guys carrying flats of beer GAVE me not one, but TWO beers! For free! Day = made.

*I already own a decent selection of shoes, but since I haven’t been able to comfortably run in any of them I’m incrementally going upwards in cushioning until I find what works for me (even if that means Hokas, but I don’t think I’m there yet) so… THANK YOU LINDSAY!

Sunday my legs felt decent and for the better part of the day I felt really ambitious, thinking that later on I would complete my tempo run/aqua jog workout that I missed on Friday. When 4pm rolled around (I worked until 5), I was extremely hungry and completely exhausted so I opted for joining some friends at the Palomino for football-watching and meat-eating and helped my mom with some chores. I would’ve liked to get it in, but considering how beat I was it probably wouldn’t have been the best idea to push it.

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ribs and brisket and potato mash and salad and fries and corn fritters and honey butter and…

I ended the week with the poor decision of staying up late working on a design project, and only getting ~4 hours of sleep before Monday morning. YAY!

But then back in smart decision land, this week I joined the Canadian Running Bloggers group on Facebook. Now, typically anything that involves Facebook is not a good idea, but through joining this group I connected with a bunch of very friendly, like-minded folks. So if you’re on the ‘book, live in Canada, have a blog or just like reading them I urge you to check it out! And to the new inter-pals I’ve met on there so far, thanks for joining me in my little corner of the internet! I look forward to checking out your blogs, and I hope to meet some of you in person at some future races 🙂

Bad decisions: 2

Good decisions: 5

I would also like to give a little shout out to my dear friend Mandy who had a beautiful baby girl on Friday! She’s going to be the best mom! ❤ Can’t wait to see you two.