Category Archives: My Amazing Races

It is commonly said that the difference between a runner and a jogger is a race entry. I am a runner.

We were both too tired to sleep

I am so stoked to be running two relays this year. Two famous Canadian races. Both are runs I’ve wanted to run as long as I’ve been a runner, and it just so happened that both worked out this year:

1. The Canadian Death Race
2. The Cabot Trail Relay

All this relay talk got me thinking about another relay I ran, almost a year ago. Actually, it’s the only other hours in a car style relay I’ve ever run. Last year the Ragnar series came to Ontario and organized a race from some small town on the shores of Lake Ontario to Niagara Falls. 12 super rad women, 2 sweet SUVs, lots of junk food, approximately 24 hours. It was awesome, it was stressful, it was crazy. I loved it.

12 crazy cool gals

12 crazy cool gals

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Trying to keep up with you and I don’t know if I can do it

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I’ll put one foot in front of the other one

I ran a marathon. My tenth, but first one in almost 2.5 years. I was a little nervous and almost pulled out at the last minute, but I’ve got a couple of big races coming up this summer and I knew I could use the test, kick in the butt, and endurance boost. So I somewhat reluctantly ran. Continue reading

I see the ice is slowly melting

I kicked off my spring race season with a half marathon opener a couple of weeks ago and Husband followed up with a 5K last weekend. I’d normally give my standard two-line race review, devoid of finish times because, I always thought, who the heck cares about my finish times anyway? I’m not elite or impressively fast, if you know me you know my time, if you don’t know me but you read my blog with any kind of consistency you could probably guess my time and be reasonably close, and, well, I do like to pretend to keep an air of mystery hanging around me.

But I recently read about “the deviant no-time race report“, which I learned “is probably the worst thing you can do to your readers if you are a running blogger. Because we’ll play along and try to pretend we’re totally immersed in the jubilation of your victory or the anguish of your defeat, but you at least owe us a finish time“. Who am I to deny my legions of readers? Continue reading

They all get carried on the relay

A group of Canadian runners are headed to Japan for the International Chiba Ekiden. 16 countries will be participating, with Reid Coolsaet, Rob Watson*, Geoff Martinson, Alex Genest, Krista Duchene**, Lanni Marchant, Tarah Korir, and Rachel Hannah running for Canada.

I’m not on that list, even though I did participate in an Ekiden relay in September.

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You win some and you lose some

The inaugural Monster Dash 5K >5K is complete! I met my goal of winning best couple’s costume, but because I followed the herd and not my gut I missed my running goals of finishing top 3 ladies, top 10 overall, and fastest costumed couple.

Bits and pieces of our award winning couple’s costume: Guilty Lance Armstrong and Dr. Ferrari. Lance-Husband ran with his tarnished trophy and transfusion bag (in his arm, tied off with his Livestrong bracelet) and I ran in a white lab-inspired coat, green athletic “scrubs”, with a stethoscope around my neck and my EPO-filled syringe at the ready.

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You know I think it’s time to give this game a ride

Recognizing myself as someone who is naturally a little apprehensive about trying new things, I make a deliberate an effort to break out of my comfort zone even if my stomach lurches a little before saying yes. It wasn’t always this way. I spent much of life actively avoiding those very situations, but with age allegedly comes wisdom or bravery or a decline in self-consciousness and now I make that effort to break out of my very comfortable zone. 

A couple of weeks ago a friend asked me to join her relay team for the Toronto Triathlon* Festival. I have never been part of a triathlon relay (you may recall I only recently ran my first relay of any kind), but in keeping with my stolen from Nike just do it attitude, I said yes and my stomach lurched a little. Continue reading