Best Laid Plans

I was so excited for my long run on Monday. 12 miles. 1.1 miles short of a half-marathon.  This also means that I’m half-way through my training, aaaand it also means that this next week is one of two planned recovery weeks: much shorter runs, and much more restorative yoga to give my muscles and joints a well deserved/earned break.  Like The Weekend says, “Girl you earned it!”

Yes, I did, The Weekend. Yes. I did.

Oh, the Horror!

Things started so well and then about .75 miles into my run, the absolute unthinkable and unimaginable happened. Continue reading

One Foot in Front of the Other

Like most every runner I’ve ever talked to, sometimes I just abso-freaking-lutely do not want to go for a run.

There.  I said it.

It’s not just the running that can feel so discouraging, it’s all the prep that goes into it… prepping the playlist, packing the mid-run munchies, prepping the pre-run meal the night before if it’s an early morning run, putting my running clothes out; do I even have any running clothes that are clean and don’t smell like my my brother’s putrefying hockey gear bag from when we were kids?

Oh, sh*t…  I forgot to do laundry so now I have to run in gear that smells like my brother’s putrefying hockey gear bag from when we were kids.

Good thing I like to run solo. Continue reading

Just Go With It.

It’s a bird! It’s a plane!


Plane takes off from Toronto City Airport.

Whenever I go for a run, before leaving my condo I always look at the planes taking off from the Toronto City Airport. Why? I want to know before I go outside which way the wind is blowing along the water – my usual running route – and as you know, planes take off into the wind.

Outside my home I have miles and miles of waterfront trails at my disposal going east and west along magnificent Lake Ontario.  Waterfront runs are something I thought I’d most definitely be leaving behind when I moved to Toronto from Vancouver last July, but…surprise! Admittedly, I make more use of the Toronto waterfront than I ever did Vancouver’s. (Oops…did I just say that out loud?) Continue reading

What on Earth was I Thinking?

Seriously…what on earth was I thinking?

I’ve wanted to run a marathon since I was 15 years old, and believe me when I tell you that this isn’t my first crack at the can.  I’ve run three half-marathons, with a personal best of 1 hr & 55 mins, and all were intended to ‘just’ be part of my training for a full marathon.

Well… life happened, as it always does, and I gave up on myself every time.  I’d have a bad run, or a period of time when I let everything else get in the way: partners, school, work, moving, emotions, friends, excuses, blah, blah, blah…. Continue reading