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‘Like a dog humping a football’

Diabetes, Training

Sometimes, I think I was meant to be of the male species. Shocking, you say. Yes, yes, I love my skirts and dresses, and the colour pink, and being a total girly girl. But I also love drinking beer with the boys. Maybe it has something to do with growing up with a big brother and a big, big brother and always wanting to do what the big boys were doing. Regardless, I’ve almost always felt more comfortable with the boys than I have with the girls (sorry girls) they’re just … easier. So last night when Mario asked if I wanted to join him and his best mans for a night at the UBC Grand Prix, which meant I’d essentially be crashing a boys night, I didn’t even think twice in my acceptance. I am practically one of the guys, just a lot more pretty is all 😀 Three […]

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The ‘non’ date

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Happy Anniversary Mario! Can you guess where we are? There’s snow at the top – IN JULY! – and Mario walked away with 51 minutes stopped on his watch. So, I’m not normally one for anniversaries. Don’t get me wrong, I love them, especially when they involve presents, but the thing is, I never can remember dates. I can remember the moments, and the smallest of details like what I was wearing or what I ate or the exact time, but I cannot for the life of me remember the dates. Like for instance, when Mario and I first started dating, I know that it was in August, I know that it was a couple of days after my almost six-year-old nephew was born, and I know that it was like literally one hour into a new day following my last day of work at the office where we both

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Ode to revenge

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Hehe, I have revenge brewing in my veins 😀 After last night’s pilates session, which I dubbed one hour of ab-sweating hell, I decided it was high time I got even with my pilates chicks. I’ve been on this new program for two weeks now, and while I am getting faster at remembering what the heck I’m supposed to do, it’s not getting easier, and the She-Ra abs have not yet surfaced … believe me, I keep checking … like every day … okay fine, like every 10 minutes. (What do you mean I’m not patient, I’m like the definition of patience!) And so, yeah, it’s time I enact a little of my own payback. No, no, there won’t be any stinky shoes involved this time around (although, I am in serious need of a stinky shoe remedy, any suggestions?) nope, this revenge is of the outwitting sort dare I

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Down-up deja ‘view’

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Yesterday morning when I woke up I was feeling like crud – like in the sharp sheering, gut-wrenching, ohmygawd my stomach is being ripped apart crud – and I’ll be honest, the last thing I wanted to do was go for a ride. But it had been weeks since our last ride together, in fact I think it was my birthday. We were supposed to go last week but the rain and migraine got in the way of that, and I knew if I didn’t go and then started to feel better, I’d be kicking myself for the entire rest of the day. So, I geared up. Mario rode towards UBC while I drove … I’ve decided I much prefer starting my rides at UBC rather than riding out to UBC as it gives me more time in the city. Now, there’s two options for starting this ride: We ride up

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Recipe for stinky feet

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You know, I actually went into Pilates yesterday feeling somewhat remorseful for the shoes I wore that day, shoes I often refer to as Stinky Feet Katie shoes. But upon leaving the studio, there was no more remorse, in fact, I wished I’d rubbed my feet through the cow paddies in my parents’ fields. Oh yeah, every thought of revenge surging through my crying body. But first, the shoes and my guilt. I don’t know what it is about these shoes, they’re high quality leather, well made, good brand, cute as can be, but they’re also flats, which require bare feet, and anything bare feet plus heat is a recipe for stinky feet. So, before going to Pilates, I scrubbed and scrubbed my feet in the bathtub at my moms trying to wash away the stench as best I could, and even rubbed in some peppermint smelling foot therapy to

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