Its everyone’s favourite time of year! Maritime Race Weekend! 
This time last year I was just starting to accept the fact that I had knee issues and I was going to have to take a break from running. MRW was my last 5k that I ran before almost a year off running. 
This year I was about 30 lbs heavier, hadn’t ran a 5k in a year, and was extremely nervous. The first 2.5k were good, I felt that feeling that you feel when you’re running and you just know that you look strong. Your knees are high, your pushing off, propelling yourself forward. You feel graceful. You’re passing people. You could probably be on the cover of Runner’s World. I had two of the best people I know running along with me, MB was saying all the right things, keeping me motivated and hardly even huffing and puffing at all. We started this 5k with a goal of finishing.
A little back story for you. MB has a goal to run a 5k in under a certain time frame. She’s been chasing this goal for a while. We both took a little hiatus from running and joined the Learn to Run clinic together in July. She’s lost some weight (yay!) and she’s been running stronger and stronger. 
Now back to our regularly scheduled program. We get to the 5k turn around point and I do a little math in my head and I take into consideration that I’m starting to feel some pain in my knee, my IT is getting tighter by the stride, MB has been breezing through the last 2.5k, I know what our time is and I know what we have left and I know that I need to let her go. She is about 10-15 strides ahead of me and Mel dropped back to check on me and I said to her, “Take her and go…she can do it (reach her goal).” “Are you sure?” “Yes, 100%. Go.” She catches back up to MB, MB turns around and her eyes say, “Are you sure?” And I blow her a kiss and off she goes. It was the right decision. Within a kilometre I can’t see her anymore, 1/2 because she’s running so fast and 1/2 because the sun is setting and I still have my sunglasses on. For the next kilometre I pray in my head, let her do this, go MB go, you can do it, you’ve got this, please let her achieve this goal, go MB. 
That brings me to about 3.5-4k. I start to hurt. I am still running but my right hip, knee, and foot are in pain. I’m glad that I am alone and I can take a couple 30 second walk breaks to help ease the shooting pain in my foot. There’s a girl that I pass, she passes me, I pass her, I walk, she catches up to me, I run, I walk, she catches me…she keeps me going (even without knowing it she got me through the last kilometre). I finish! 
I go get a massage. The lady was working my IT band and she was like “Oh you’re in pain.” Yup, no kidding lady. But she works some magic and I feel some relief. 
MB did not reach her goal. She missed it by 2 seconds. My heart breaks for her, so close. I can’t help but think that if she hadn’t stuck around with me for the first 2.5k that she would have reached it. She was so comfortable for those first 2.5 and just maybe if she would have left me earlier she could have reached her goal. She says that she finished so strong because she took it a little easier for the first half. She’s very sweet. 
Day 2. 10k walk. Mel, MB, and I walked the entire 10k. I want to say strong. I hurt. I had a shin splint for the first 2k and then the IT/knee/foot pain kicked in. I slowed them down. I struggled to keep up. Regardless we had a good time. We had lots of laughs, we picked off a few walkers, we saw incredible views, and at the end we received 2 more beautiful medals for our accomplishments. 
I just can’t help but feel sad when I think about the fact that my running future is so uncertain. If I can’t run, if I can’t keep up with my friends I can’t do events like this, what do I do? 
All in all, the weekend was wonderful. I love Mel and MB so much. They are just great people. A girl could not ask for better friends and I know that running or not running we will be friends, we have proved that over the past year when I was not running but remained close. I just miss my friend, pain free running. 

Its everyone’s favourite time of year! Maritime Race Weekend! 

This time last year I was just starting to accept the fact that I had knee issues and I was going to have to take a break from running. MRW was my last 5k that I ran before almost a year off running. 

This year I was about 30 lbs heavier, hadn’t ran a 5k in a year, and was extremely nervous. The first 2.5k were good, I felt that feeling that you feel when you’re running and you just know that you look strong. Your knees are high, your pushing off, propelling yourself forward. You feel graceful. You’re passing people. You could probably be on the cover of Runner’s World. I had two of the best people I know running along with me, MB was saying all the right things, keeping me motivated and hardly even huffing and puffing at all. We started this 5k with a goal of finishing.

A little back story for you. MB has a goal to run a 5k in under a certain time frame. She’s been chasing this goal for a while. We both took a little hiatus from running and joined the Learn to Run clinic together in July. She’s lost some weight (yay!) and she’s been running stronger and stronger. 

Now back to our regularly scheduled program. We get to the 5k turn around point and I do a little math in my head and I take into consideration that I’m starting to feel some pain in my knee, my IT is getting tighter by the stride, MB has been breezing through the last 2.5k, I know what our time is and I know what we have left and I know that I need to let her go. She is about 10-15 strides ahead of me and Mel dropped back to check on me and I said to her, “Take her and go…she can do it (reach her goal).” “Are you sure?” “Yes, 100%. Go.” She catches back up to MB, MB turns around and her eyes say, “Are you sure?” And I blow her a kiss and off she goes. It was the right decision. Within a kilometre I can’t see her anymore, 1/2 because she’s running so fast and 1/2 because the sun is setting and I still have my sunglasses on. For the next kilometre I pray in my head, let her do this, go MB go, you can do it, you’ve got this, please let her achieve this goal, go MB. 

That brings me to about 3.5-4k. I start to hurt. I am still running but my right hip, knee, and foot are in pain. I’m glad that I am alone and I can take a couple 30 second walk breaks to help ease the shooting pain in my foot. There’s a girl that I pass, she passes me, I pass her, I walk, she catches up to me, I run, I walk, she catches me…she keeps me going (even without knowing it she got me through the last kilometre). I finish! 

I go get a massage. The lady was working my IT band and she was like “Oh you’re in pain.” Yup, no kidding lady. But she works some magic and I feel some relief. 

MB did not reach her goal. She missed it by 2 seconds. My heart breaks for her, so close. I can’t help but think that if she hadn’t stuck around with me for the first 2.5k that she would have reached it. She was so comfortable for those first 2.5 and just maybe if she would have left me earlier she could have reached her goal. She says that she finished so strong because she took it a little easier for the first half. She’s very sweet. 

Day 2. 10k walk. Mel, MB, and I walked the entire 10k. I want to say strong. I hurt. I had a shin splint for the first 2k and then the IT/knee/foot pain kicked in. I slowed them down. I struggled to keep up. Regardless we had a good time. We had lots of laughs, we picked off a few walkers, we saw incredible views, and at the end we received 2 more beautiful medals for our accomplishments. 

I just can’t help but feel sad when I think about the fact that my running future is so uncertain. If I can’t run, if I can’t keep up with my friends I can’t do events like this, what do I do? 

All in all, the weekend was wonderful. I love Mel and MB so much. They are just great people. A girl could not ask for better friends and I know that running or not running we will be friends, we have proved that over the past year when I was not running but remained close. I just miss my friend, pain free running. 

My last post was about not worrying about what you look like while you do yoga. And today it was all I could think about while I did my practice. Ironic. 
I felt as big as a dinosaur and am as big as one of them because I have been eating out of control, everything in sight, chowing down like I weigh 100lbs and need to gain weight (see gingerbread cookies above…they didn’t help the situation). 
Today at yoga (and in general) I felt big. I felt uncomfortable. I felt awkward. I felt like a dinosaur. 

My last post was about not worrying about what you look like while you do yoga. And today it was all I could think about while I did my practice. Ironic. 

I felt as big as a dinosaur and am as big as one of them because I have been eating out of control, everything in sight, chowing down like I weigh 100lbs and need to gain weight (see gingerbread cookies above…they didn’t help the situation). 

Today at yoga (and in general) I felt big. I felt uncomfortable. I felt awkward. I felt like a dinosaur. 

Things I’m learning about yoga

It doesn’t matter what you wear to yoga or how you look doing the poses. 

After fretting and sweating over what to wear to my first class; the other day I realized that it just doesn’t matter. As long as you are comfortable, its ok that you’re not wearing Lulu Lemon. Its ok that when you work your way into saddle that your shirt tucks into your rolls, people can see your belly when you lay on your back and take a deep breathe, and your shirt slides up and may show your love handles in banana. You know why its ok? No one is looking at you (except the instructor and she’s there to help not judge). They are too worried about getting themselves into saddle, laying on their backs and relaxing, or wiggling into banana. After class the other day I thought to myself, I wonder how I looked in class and then I realized that I couldn’t tell you what anyone else in the class was wearing or what they looked like while practicing because I was focused on my own practice and I am sure that everyone else was too. And you know what? If they were looking at me, they were wasting their money and practice time. I feel pretty special that they would pay to watch me do yoga! I hope they enjoyed the view.  

Yoga. 

Day 1. Wednesday. Gentle Flow. Nervous the whole way through. 

Day 2. Thursday. Yin. Not as nervous. Hard to stay in the moment with the longer poses. 

Day 3. Saturday. Yin. Much more comfortable with the routine of going to yoga. Didn’t realize I went to a 90 minute class, only realized when I left and it was much later than I thought it would be so I checked the schedule and sure enough…hour and a half. 

Day 4. Sunday. Yin. Prepared for 90 mins. Ran at 8:30am. Yoga at 10:15. Felt my muscles much tighter than the previous times when I went without running first. 

Day 5. Monday. Hatha. Talked Mel into going with me. Shorter and more poses. Was easier to stay in the moment. 

So far….loving yoga.

Yoga.

Day 1. Wednesday. Gentle Flow. Nervous the whole way through.

Day 2. Thursday. Yin. Not as nervous. Hard to stay in the moment with the longer poses.

Day 3. Saturday. Yin. Much more comfortable with the routine of going to yoga. Didn’t realize I went to a 90 minute class, only realized when I left and it was much later than I thought it would be so I checked the schedule and sure enough…hour and a half.

Day 4. Sunday. Yin. Prepared for 90 mins. Ran at 8:30am. Yoga at 10:15. Felt my muscles much tighter than the previous times when I went without running first.

Day 5. Monday. Hatha. Talked Mel into going with me. Shorter and more poses. Was easier to stay in the moment.

So far….loving yoga.

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As I sit here getting ready for yoga experience #2, eating some grapes and hoping that I pass enough gas that I won’t have to worry throughout class, I am also reflecting on yesterday’s class. 

It was my first time doing yoga at a studio. I was so nervous. What do I wear was amount the biggest of my worries. I have no yoga gear. Am I going to look out of place? Do I wear cotton? Do I wear my running clothes? I went half and half…running tight, spandex shorts and a baggy cotton t-shirt (it had a peace sign on the front, I thought I’d fit right in).

I did fit in. The instructor was welcoming and it wasn’t all super experienced yogis that have studied in India for the past 6 years and are on summer vacation in Moncton. I felt comfortable. Still nervous, but comfortable. 

The class was good. The poses weren’t too difficult, it was a Gentle Yoga class. I left there feeling fantastic. Light. Stretched. My movements were free. Awake. Just fantastic. 

Thank you yoga :)

As I sit here getting ready for yoga experience #2, eating some grapes and hoping that I pass enough gas that I won’t have to worry throughout class, I am also reflecting on yesterday’s class.

It was my first time doing yoga at a studio. I was so nervous. What do I wear was amount the biggest of my worries. I have no yoga gear. Am I going to look out of place? Do I wear cotton? Do I wear my running clothes? I went half and half…running tight, spandex shorts and a baggy cotton t-shirt (it had a peace sign on the front, I thought I’d fit right in).

I did fit in. The instructor was welcoming and it wasn’t all super experienced yogis that have studied in India for the past 6 years and are on summer vacation in Moncton. I felt comfortable. Still nervous, but comfortable. The class was good. The poses weren’t too difficult, it was a Gentle Yoga class. I left there feeling fantastic. Light. Stretched. My movements were free. Awake. Just fantastic. Thank you yoga :)

Friday
Open water swim with Em and the jelly fish.
Captain Dan’s for seafood lunch.

Saturday
Physic with Cindy and Susie.
Supper with Derek.

Sunday
Run Club 2n1x7.
Brunch & visit with Mom & Leon.
Bike ride with Derek.

Oh and a little Walter pic for good measures. He cracks me right up.

It’s been a good one.

Introducing to the Tumblr world…Walter! 

He approves healthy eating, exercise, naps, cuddles, toys, humans, and green smoothies. 

He came to live with us in March. We love and spoil him.

Introducing to the Tumblr world…Walter!

He approves healthy eating, exercise, naps, cuddles, toys, humans, and green smoothies.

He came to live with us in March. We love and spoil him.

Drank my first green smoothie today. It wasn’t terrible. 
Ran in over 30 degree heat (that’s super hot American friends). It was terrible. 
Ate a delicious salad and fruit for supper. It was refreshing.

Drank my first green smoothie today. It wasn’t terrible.
Ran in over 30 degree heat (that’s super hot American friends). It was terrible.
Ate a delicious salad and fruit for supper. It was refreshing.

Welcome back foam roller

I dug my foam roller and tiger tail massager out of the closet today. Like, literally dug it out from under clothes, sheets, and blankets. They were buried at the very bottom.

Truths. 
I stopped running. 
I stopped caring about what I was eating. 
I gained weight. 
I joined a learn to run clinic 2 weeks ago. 
I joined WW Online. 
I joined a Dietbet. 
I will lose weight. 

The happy faces above include myself, my BF, lady from LTR clinic, and clinic instructor/bestie eating bagels and cream cheese after Sunday mornings run.

Truths.
I stopped running.
I stopped caring about what I was eating.
I gained weight.
I joined a learn to run clinic 2 weeks ago.
I joined WW Online.
I joined a Dietbet.
I will lose weight.

The happy faces above include myself, my BF, lady from LTR clinic, and clinic instructor/bestie eating bagels and cream cheese after Sunday mornings run.