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Chewing the fat

When I finished my half-marathon in September, something just clicked. It was sort of: “Holy f-bomb, if I can run a 1:51 half with an extra 17 pounds, how much faster could I run without it?”

Sub-4

It’s time for me to think about what’s next.

Three Seconds

Three seconds – that’s how much my friend Sharon missed qualifying for Boston by this past weekend at the Hamilton marathon.

Diet starts tomorrow

You’ve heard the expression that there’s an Olympian in all of us, well last week I left a bit of me on a bunch of Olympians

Frosted Flake-out

After the best race of my life, I’m not exactly sure why I don’t feel like pushing my running even further, but right now I think I’m just kind of burnt out.

1:50:46

It’s official: my work-in-progress is progressing

Shrink rap

In a last ditch attempt to to get into my brother’s head – and mess with it – yesterday I met with a sports psychologist

On the verge

For the past week, instead of becoming violently ill every time I think of next week’s race, I’m actually kind of excited.

Taper time

Yours truly may not have been born a runner, but I am a natural-born taperer.

Guilty pleasure

Let’s face it; finding a balance between life, family and running is HARD.

Lap Dancing

All my hill work, fartlek training, sprinting and general flagellation seems to be paying off.

Chafety First

Sagging sweat-laden shorts reintroduced the naked flesh of my inner thighs to each other. Turns out, they had missed each other…badly.