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Sunday bloody Sunday

Diabetes, Running, Training

Yesterday was a disastrous day for me on so many levels, and I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to write this post. I wanted to hide under my pillow and forget it never happened. But now, it’s truth time. Coming clean No. 1: Last week, in the last kilometre of my long run, I tweaked my knee. The pounding on the pavement proved too much for my legs, and my left hip once again got jammed so far up my back, it was as though my left leg was a bloody stump compared to my right. My physio yanked my hip back into place, did some fist kneading, and then put the ultrasound machine and ice on my knee to reduce the swelling. Within a day, everything was feeling back to normal. I took the week off from running and relied on the bike trainer and pilates for my fitness. […]

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Be still my beating heart

Training, Uncategorized

Last time it was my favourite jeans, this time my favourite purse. Some would say maybe my priorities aren’t in the right place, but seriously, if you had spent the amount of time – years! – I spent looking for this beautiful creation of a purse, you would be doing everything in your power to save her from going up in flames too! Love! Yesterday started out like any other work day. It was deadline, I had a couple of stories I needed to file, and was diligently working away. I got up from my desk at around 11 a.m. to discuss something with my editor. I walked back to my desk around 11:05 a.m., sat down. At 11:06 a.m. my nose was piqued by the smell of burnt hair.  I looked up from my computer, and OHMYGAWD! The newsroom was suffocating with smoke! And because I’m such a good

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Petal power

Training

I haven’t won the lottery, haven’t scored a trip to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, haven’t been surprised with six months in Italy, but my goodness I am having a super duper fantastic amazing week. Nothing spectacular has happened, but a continuum of really good things have, and even when I was faced with a couple of hiccups earlier in the week that could have turned everything sour, they didn’t. I love this present frame of mind. My favourite ironchickie is seemingly always in that frame of mind. Maybe it’s her New Zealand accent, that chipper lingo of hers always leaving me wanting more. Even when she’s frustrated, she’s able to find that glass half full mentality … and she uses words like bloomin’ to describe her frustration – I kid you not, I swear that’s the word I heard and I was so tempted to pretend I didn’t hear just so

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There will be blood

Diabetes, Training

This morning I was driving down the highway, on my way to a specialist’s appointment, and for a brief second I looked to my left before setting my eyes back on the road. Something I saw, though, had my head reeling back to the left side of me so freaking fast. My arm was splurting blood – splurting! I had just finished up at the BC biomedical lab for my once-a-month blood work, and you know, I thought the needle-bearing chick was a little rushed given how freaking hard she jabbed that needle into my arm and how quick she was to stick a Band-aid on and send me on my way – the cotton-ball, clot-the-spewing-vein-before-you-leave method completely thrown out the window. The Band-aid didn’t quite cut it. And of course I ran out of Kleenex in my car earlier this week, and I don’t do my own oil changes so no

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Breaking the habit

Training

No chocolate? Crunches in the evening? My world is being turned upside down. I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but it’s been 13 days since my tongue last tasted the dreaminess of chocolate, sunk down into its delectable milkiness, and slowly rolled it from cheek to cheek just as a sommelier would minus the spitting out. 13 days!!! Wha-at? I am a chocoholic. My addiction is so extreme, once on a Lufthansa flight to Florence, when I discovered a box of sample Ritter Sport chocolates (hazelnut-raisin, le sigh!) near the washrooms, I seriously went to the washroom every five minutes stuffing my pockets and fists full of chocolates! And then there’s my drawer o chocolate at work stuffed full of Swiss chocolate, Belgian chocolate, French chocolate, German chocolate, chocolate chocolate, chocolate. (Only the best of course!) Recently, I spent more than $20 to restock it. That drawer started out

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