Diabetic to Dietetics

People, take note: the quickest way to get a sneer from me – AND my belly – is to present a product advertising low-carb and/or diabetes friendly. I’m pretty sceptical…

Ok. I know I’m a diabetic, and I know I’m a runner, and I know that lemonade to a Type-1 is like creepy friendly guy in a van with candy…

(One of the only photos I could find of me working circa 2012) Today. Today, I did something I never imagined I would do when I first read that birthday…

Cockiness is a directionally challenged runner’s demise. For the past month or so, I’ve been running the trails every Tuesday with a group of favourites. I’d run this route four,…

It was a climb three years and one week in the making. Last week, my feet, my legs, my glutes, my head, my heart finally returned to the Grouse Grind!…

“Holy frick! FRICK! FRICK! FRICK! What the hell is that?” Words that exited my mouth not even 10 minutes into yesterday’s physiotherapy appointment. I had visions of spiked clubs, electric…

Love. I love being able to run for fun again. I love being able to run with my favourites again. I love being unintentionally pushed to keep running hard by…

Humidity: I went out for a run today; the first in over a week. Two seconds in I was a hot, sweaty, sticky, icky mess: Swarms: There were bugs, oh…

It’s been more than a day since I called it quits on my first ever DNF half marathon. I am pleased to report my mood is no longer down in…

When I first started writing this post, I was sitting on a curb with the morning beauty of Jericho Beach before me and the determination of thousands of runners behind…

Dear Female Cyclists: On behalf of the Princess/Rings family, I sincerely apologize if you were offended when my dear boy, pointed to the both of you, one after the other,…

I am not disabled. I am not disabled. I am not disabled… but wait, am I? For more than 20 years I have vehemently fought the “disabled” label. I am…