As I come to the end of my marathon training (the marathon is only 15 days away!! Ah!) I am filled with an immense feeling of gratitude. More gratitude than I’ve ever experienced in my life. This process has stripped me down, but it has also built me up. And, as any long distance runner will attest, Continue reading
What a concept? Radical. Self. Love.
I first heard this phrase – Radical Self-Love (RSL) – back in 2011 after stumbling on a blog by Vancouver-based RSL ninja, Kelsey Grant. She blogged for 365 days about reinventing her life based on giving herself radical amounts of self-love.
What a concept!? Radical. Self. Love. Radical Self-Love. I would say it over and over, breaking down the words into their individual meaning and then putting them back together.
So often when we’re trapped in the dumps of life we think Continue reading
March 31, 2015 vs. March 31, 2016
Wow. How far I’ve come and how much has happened in a year of running.
I remember a year ago sitting on my balcony in the West End in Vancouver, tears streaming down my face, feeling completely numb to life.
I was 20 lbs heavier on the outside than I am now, and wrestling with some even heavier daemons on the inside…
In a year of massive life change and growth, running has been my constant, my rock, my meditation, my compass, and my church; and I’m so very grateful for every morsel of pavement that’s gone under each step of my feet.
If you’re ready to embark on a year of running to change your life (which I highly recommend!) here are the top five things I’ve learned: Continue reading
Don’t worry…I cringed when I wrote that title. How cliché, right. Well, much to my dismay, it’s the only four-letter headline that fits my post this week because I literally ventured into the unknown. Continue reading
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
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
It’s a bird! It’s a plane!
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
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