Rebecca Gardiner

In a preview to the main event my brother and I ran a trail race this past weekend. Mark barely scraped past me to come tenth while I was mere moments behind in position 136.

Nearly two weeks of pure gluttony may have put a dent in my quest to become Oakville, Ont’s most mediocre runner, but two-weeks in Newfoundland sure was fun!

My butt is so tired of being kicked, it’s firing back. In a draining week, the quarrel has, quite literally, ehem, spilled into the streets.

I’m thinking about getting a boot print tattooed on my butt — it will make it easier for my running group leader when he kicks it.

A heat wave that has smothered Southern Ontario for the past week has snuffed my running Mojo too.

It’s official. I run with bad-asses.

This week Evil Orthotics Man dealt me another blow. He took one look at my black toes and gently suggested it’s time I move onto a “wide” sneaker.

The reality of a mere 37-minute-loss to a guy who even farts athletically has finally dawned on me.

It’s time to move on. I’ve rolled back the stone, risen from the dead and I’m ready for my next challenge.

That’s my time. For the numerically dyslexic, that’s eight minutes and eight seconds over my goal.

Beside some minor drama, I have been mentally preparing for race day.

Stop by and say hi at the Ottawa Marathon Race Expo and you could win… big time. And oh, the Ottawa Marathon play list is here!