Spring is just around the corner (allegedly, I have yet to see any evidence of winter’s end) and I have three “races” under my belt so far this year. So far this year, I’m secretly disappointed.
I keep reminding myself that I have loads of good and bad excuses: a concussion, an injury, a polar vortex, continued low mileage, training through races, laziness.
The excuses don’t help. I’m still running the same times / slower that I was running last year and the year before. Which kind of sucks.
I did something I thought I’d never do. I dropped out of a race. DNF. Continue reading
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
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.
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
I do not like 5Ks.
I try to run hard, my heart rate jumps up and my breathing becomes laboured and then my annoying brain intercepts and starts screaming SLOW DOWN NOW in all caps. Continue reading