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C25K: Week 8 Day 3

Woop!  Killed it this time instead of just mildly torturing it.

(Oh! I want to link to this article comparing breastfeeding to running.  I’ve linked it before but it’s friggin’ awesome hence the double link.  Enjoy.)

I killed it in terms of pace, speed and challenge, but I did not kill it in terms of distance.  In fact, I have taken a few steps backwards when it comes to distance, but only for this one run, and I THINK it’s because I tackled a MASSIVE hill, I ran at a very very intense incline for probably about 6 blocks.  It was hard, it slowed me down to no end, and there were many-a-time where I thought I should stop and walk the hill, then give’r the rest of the way, but not once did I stop, not once did I let my negativity overcome my abilities, because I knew that it was there.

I ran down to the river tonight and along the river for only a slight bit, and then back home.  It’s funny how I can always time my runs so that I am arriving home just as the run should be done.  I guess I’ve been running around this neighbourhood for the last 8 weeks so I’ve got a pretty good grip on how long it takes to get from point A to point B.  I am SOOOOOOO excited to start week 9 because I KNOW THAT I CAN TACKLE IT, ROUGH HOUSE IT, and MAKE IT!  And that just makes me so astoundingly happy.  Two more minutes of running than what I’ve been doing?  Piece of cake.  I’ve got this, baby, I’VE. GOT. THIS.

Whenever I see other people running, I feel like we are in a bit of a secret club and we can connect on a level unheard of.  It’s a neat feeling and I feel good to be part of ‘that group’, or clique, really.  Grade 8, how I’ve missed thee.  And this is totally egotistical and actually I am wondering if I should even put this anyway but I’m going to because I know deep down that I am not an egotistical selfish person, and I hope you know that too, so… here goes.  Sometimes when I see people running intervals, like they are just starting out a program, or doing a different kind of running program, I VERY SECRETLY (not so much anymore, sigh) think to myself, maybe they read my blog, and maybe I inspired them, and maybe they’re doing the C25K challenge and secretly following along on my blog!  YAY.  Likely NOT but it’s fun to think that and it gives me a jump in my step.

Since we’re divulging, I’m going to divulge something to y’all that makes me feel like a big whopping loser but that’s okay.  I think I did so well tonight at running because I was totally using it as a therapy tool.  A couple hours prior I had a meltdown on the phone with the National Student Loans Service Centre.  Like, I’m talking a breakdown.  I’m kind of embarassed and I’m willing to bet I was the girl they talked about after we hung up the phone.  Ugh.  Since I’ve been on maternity leave I have readjusted my loan so that I only have to make interest payments.  I initially wanted to do repayment assistance where the government would help me, but our income was above the limit for that.   That was stressful, because they have super strict dates and things you have to do and if you don’t get it in RIGHT on that date, it’s kibashed, but yet you still have to wait for pay stubs, information saying how much you make, etc., and if you don’t have it by that date, kaboom, done.  I kind of got the runaround with that so needless to say whenever Student Loans comes into the picture I have a mild panic attack.  I got a letter in the mail saying my account was SERIOUSLY PAST DUE and I owed like, $3000 or something, and my account was negatively affecting my credit.  I was ultra confused because I HAD made the payments that I was required, however, they had sent a letter with my revision of terms that I was supposed to sign and return by a certain date (aforementioned STRICT DATE) and since I didn’t, blam, all done, things got f’ed over and cancelled.  I DIDN’T GET THE LETTER.  So I started crying on the phone.  To the poor lady at the student loans centre.  Whom I said “Just listen to me PLEASE! I keep getting screwed over! I am so confused, please just listen to me explain this, *sob sob sob sob*”  Like I said, UGH.   This is what pregnancy and motherhood hormones do to us!  So long story short, I’m kind of a loser, it’s all figured out now and all is well and I don’t owe $3000 after all (good grief, thank goodness), and I took out my lameness on my run hence the awesomness.  The end.

Week 9, you’re on baby, YOU ARE ON.  I’m pumped.  Cue Rocky theme song music here.


July 29, 2011 at 2:39 pm 2 comments

C25K: Week 7 Day 1

I feel like it was yesterday that I was titling a post C25K: The Night Before and here I am, already completed 1/3 of week 7.  So insane.  So nuts.  Who woulda thought?   I talked about hoping for the runner’s high (CHECK), being able to do the runs (CHECK), and believing in myself (CHECK).  I think I’m doing pretty good, if I may say so myself.

The one thing I haven’t been doing is strength training on the off days, unless you count lifting up the boy.  He’s a mighty weight that’s for certain, but I’m almost used to the 24 lbs of weight that he is, and so now it’s just something that we do, not any type of ‘strength training.’  Though the tosses and bumps up in the air might account for some training.  Damn, that is hard, and of course it is one of the things he loves the most.

So, week 7, day 1.  I went this morning at 11am and a few minutes into the run portion of the workout, I mentally kicked myself in the ass.  It was HOT, so hot, scorching really.  There was barely a breeze, so I didn’t even have that whole wind in my face thing.  Right now it’s 27 and 31 with the humidex.  I’m fairly certain it was around there at 11.  Brutal, but I did it.  Didn’t stop once either.  I blow myself away every time, because so much about this is mental self-control.  I am training my brain and my body, and they are training me.  It blows me away that I can have so much control and when my mind is telling me I probably should take a break, I tell it to piss off and keep on trucking.  Granted, I slow down a tad, to a very slow crawl-like jog, but I keep going and pressing forward.  Not once have I listened to the negative thoughts and I am proud to say I am putting them where they belong.  On the pavement.  Under my feet.  Stomping on them loudly and proudly as I press on.

The most awesome part of my run today, was that I increased my distance from 3.86 km to 4.3 km.  It was in 35 minutes rather than 30, and was not 5 km, but I increased my distance slightly and for that I am a very happy mama.  At this rate it will still take me about 42 minutes to do a 5k, but it’s coming.  Kyle is trying to encourage me to run a 5k in the fall, but I’m very nervous.  My whole thing is that I don’t want to come in last place.  I actually looked up the results from the Mogathon 5k, and if I would’ve ran in it, I would’ve been probably about fourth last.  I know it doesn’t matter.  It has no bearing on anything at all, and the fact that I would and COULD finish a 5k, is what counts, and blows me away.  I just need to overcome that obstacle, that fear, like I’ve overcome the others.  Shit, 7 weeks ago when I started week 1, I took ALL the side streets, weaving in and out of them, having a VERY VERY mild panic moment when I would have to run on a busier street.  Today, I took only main streets and didn’t give two shits.   People in cars looked at me, some smiled.  I told myself they smiled because hell, it’s hot, and that girl is out there running with her dog.  Go her.

When I got home from the run, I was right done.  When I stopped running and did my cool-down walk, I was right done.  I felt pretty nauseous, and might have to invest in a contraption to carry a water bottle, or something to have it dangle from Lily’s leash.  I can NOT jog in the heat of the day anymore, it kills me.  7am jogs, how I miss you, we need to become besties again.  I listened to some old school hip hop/rap podcast from, and it was pretty solid.  Kept me going.  However, I felt a little crappy when she chimed in for an update and for sure I thought she was going to say I was half way done, but no, I was only EIGHT MINUTES IN.  Are you KIDDING ME?  Brutal.  I tried to paint that smile back on my face so I could muster the strength to continue.  It worked and off we went.

While it was hard as hell and this is still extremely challenging, I am feeling at peace with myself and with the program.  I’m down about 6.5 lbs and I feel like a million bucks.  I feel like now I know I for SURE can run 25 minutes straight because I’ve done it twice, that next week when I add on 3 more minutes, what’s 3 more minutes?  Probably brutal, is what 3 more minutes is, but I know I can do it.  Less than 3 weeks and I will be blogging about finishing the program.  I can’t even believe it, can you?

Looking forward to hearing your C25K updates, or whatever journey you’re on.  We all have our experiences, our stories, and I love to hear about each and every one of them.  Have at ‘er!

July 17, 2011 at 4:16 pm 3 comments

C25K: Week 2 Day 3

Week 2, CHECK!  I did it I did it I did it.  It was hard but mostly it was SO good.  I am so loving the podcasts, and they are helping me to keep my heart going, my lungs expanding, and my feet hitting the pavement, one step at a time.

I completed my third and final run of the week this evening, and I have determined that I am not an evening runner.  That just blows my mind, because I used to proclaim myself as “not a morning person.”  Turns out I am.  At least in the exercise sense.  I think part of it has to do with the fact that, as I talked about last time, I am going to be a morning exerciser soon enough, so what better time to ease into it than now?  Could be the weather, could just be that my peak energy lies within my body first thing in the morning, who knows, whatever it is, it inhibits my body by 7am in the morning.  Of course, winter could be a different story.

Tonight was hard.  I was struggling, and tonight was probably the first time where I have somewhat dreaded going out to exercise.  I would have gone this morning, but Kyle was gone for a couple days, so I really had no choice.  Once I got moving, and breathing the fresh air in, I felt way better and there was no turning back.  I’m glad I went after all.  I totally experience the runner’s high, and feel so giddy after I get home.   One thing I do have an issue with is: CRAMPS.  How do I avoid them and why do I get them?  Does anyone have tips?  There has been more than one occasion where I feel like I could push myself harder, but the cramps just get me down down down.

I’m anxious to start week 3 on Sunday, but also slightly nervous as to what it will bring.  It is going to be hard, rough n tumble hard, a challenge, but I am ready for it.  I have decided I am not going to repeat a week until I try the next week, does that make sense?  Attitude is everything and I think if I tell myself I can do it, I will do it.  I’m already thinking of the finish line, at the end of 9 weeks, what will I do?  I’ve thought about re-doing the whole program, and just really focusing on my pace and increasing my speed then.  We’ll see when I get to the end of 9 weeks.

To top my run off, I put on my own music for the cool down/last walking portion, and I had one of ‘those moments.’  You know how they go – you’re listening to music, and a certain song comes on, and it totally fits with the environment or situation you are in.  I love those moments, oh those fleeting moments.  They’re somethin’ special.   So the pooch, my cherry tomato red face and myself were all coolin’ down, making our way home, and the evening summer breeze was gentle enough to cool us off but not overwhelm, and then this song came on as part of DJ Shakes’ Summer Chill mix:

And it was just perfect.  I had just completed 2 weeks of a program, 1 year ago, I probably would have balked at if you told me I’d do it, and I was on my way home to see my boys.  I couldn’t have asked for more.  Well maybe I could’ve, because I should mention, I saw a spilled DQ blizzard cup on the road, and for just a split second, I pictured myself hopping in the car for a Double Fudge Cookie Dough blizzard.  I literally had to look away and focus on something else, like my breathing, or something that I could totally control, because ugh, food food food!  Ice cream!  It was hot and I felt this sense of “I should reward myself.”  That reminds me, I still have to blog about food issues that have been present in my life.  Oh food, how we love thee.

Anyway, week 1 and week 2 have been successful, in my own terms.  I am so excited by the challenge of this, and I am so excited to see what my body CAN do and what I have been telling it it can’t do all this time.  Week 3, you’re on.

June 16, 2011 at 8:31 pm 1 comment

Me vs. Health Stuff.

It is an ongoing battle, a competition.  I don’t mind competing, but I do like to win sometimes, and the shitty thing about this competition, is that I never seem to win.  We could, I’m sure, go into a deep analysis of how to define a win, of how I’ve got the competition in my favour because I’m conscious of it, or how health is actually such a broad term for such a wide variety of things.

Regardless of that, I’m going to briefly touch on a few of the health stuff things I’ve been partaking in as of late, or at least thinking about.  And I promise I won’t talk about how frustrating this weight loss journey is and how I have become somewhat self-conscious of my image and I feel like I am taking a step backwards in that regard and how I am confused as to why this journey is so difficult because I feel like I’m doing a lot of right things and minimal ‘wrong’ things.  That’s for another post.


Health Stuff.

Flax meal – I have been adding it to EVERYTHING I can.  Cream of wheat?  Toss a handful in.  Chicken taco salad?  That too.  It’s kind of silly because if you asked me all the benefits of flax, I could maybe tell you two, but yet I am injecting my diet with it by the handful.

Omega-3 – I picked up a bottle of these babies on the advice of a couple online supporters who stated that it helps with post-partum depression and just overall produces goodness in the body.  Our babies deplete our Omegas so we need to recharge them.  I must say, I have been feeling pretty good since I’ve started taking them.  However, I’ve started taking them at the same time that I’ve started getting more sleep.  The combination is my friend.

Vitamin D – Happy pills #2!  Since we don’t seem to ever want to transition into summer, or at the very least, spring, I’ve got to rely on a little white pill to produce what the sun ain’t giving me.  I am taking my prenatal multivitamins still (and will likely continue to forever) but there isn’t sufficient vitamin D in them, so I’ve added a supplement as per my doc.

Exercise – When it was starting to transition into spring (but then Saskatchewan decided that spring sucks and more snow is much cooler) we were walking every day, sometimes twice a day.  I’d pop Cade in the carrier or the stroller and we’d go and it was the best thing ever.  He loved it, Lily loved it, and I loved it, and so did my body and my brain.  I felt more alive.  I can’t wait until we can continue doing this again.  Walks will definitely be a daily, if not twice-daily routine.  I have also joined a gym which I utilize 3-4 times a week for approximately 45 minutes.  Not too intense, but intense enough and it feels good.  Current routine is 25 minutes cardio and 20ish minutes of weights.

Cloth Diapers & Wipes – Ahh!  This is the newest of the new health stuff.  We so far only have 3 cloth diapers, pocket-style, which we are going to try out probably starting today.  I actually just found some fabulously cheap FuzziBunz on kijiji that I hope to pick up next week on our way to Edmonton.   I’ve heard they’re one of the better pocket diapers so I am pretty excited, especially since I’m getting them at about $15 below retail selling price.  Score.  We’ve been using cloth wipes for a few months now due to sensitive skin/diaper rash, so that’s not really new, but switching to cloth diapers definitely is.  We made the decision based on money, the environment, as well as Cade’s health.  I’ve read too many articles about one of the big-name diaper brands special dry technology causing chemical burns, skin rashes, the chemicals that are in diapers to make them super absorbent, the crazy long time that diapers (and the human waste in them!) sit in landfills, creating toxins in the soil and air, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.  I’m not quite sure how I feel about having a disposable diaper against Cade’s skin nearly 24 hours a day.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the convenience of disposable diapers.  There is nothing like it.  However, I am hoping (and I expect there to be a learning curve and frustrations in the beginning) that I will feel this way about cloth diapers eventually.  And plus, cloth dipes are just so gosh darn cute.  There will be times where we still use disposables, I’m thinking camping, long trips, airplane, etc, however eventually, once we build up our stash (and it may take a couple months!) we will be a full-time cloth diapering family.  There’s silly things I’m wondering about, such as if he will like having a cloth diaper on (it’s pretty darn soft, so I’m thinking so) and if we will have issues with pants fitting over them.  I think that we may just have to size up so we can still fit his fluffy bum into his array of cute pants in his closet.  Does that sound vain and exploitative towards my child?  Who doesn’t like to have a cute dressed babe?  I’m sure he loves being dressed cute, too… ahem.

My posts typically end with the cute little baby babbling coming from the boy’s room, and this one is no different.  However, this one did prematurely end with a knock on the door, crazy Lily barking, only for us to greet a hearing impaired man who was attempting to have us attend a Jehovah’s Witness gathering on Sunday.  Have a fabulous Friday and an even better weekend y’all.  xo.

April 15, 2011 at 10:34 am 1 comment


I’ve been sort of MIA as of late, well as of the last post really.  There’s three main themes to why I’ve been MIA:

1) I got a Wii for my birthday.

2) Lack of motivation/seasonal-induced blahness.

3) Books/dogs/sleep aka, the other stuff that fills my days.

I’m trying to figure out a solid way to sell some prints, an online order form of sorts as Krista did.  I’m going to consult with her regarding her expert creative sales tactics.  I also work with a very positive, very inspirational young woman who has started to sell her artwork and has obviously had an influence on me doing the same.  I’m wondering about this watermark biz – it looks sort of tacky, gawdy, with (c) sprawled all cross the photos.  I am so non-professional about all this selling stuff but I probably am not totally convincing anyone that investing in some of my prints is a great idea, but I promise to you it is.

It’s all about me learning, and I’ve got to start somewhere.  I’m being honest – I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know a whole lot about business ethics/etiquette, but I’m figuring it out.  I want to spread the love, share the joy, and aside from how I already do that (positive nature, compassion, listening), I want to share it on a more universal level, I want to share a piece of me I’ve never really shared before.  Because I’ve been too scared, too afraid of judgment.

I have this vision when it comes to selling photos, promoting my art.  I feel really weird to say ‘my art’ because it’s more of just, this is what I do, this is how I see the world – which I guess essentially is art.  Though to be completely honest I am not entirely sure what art is.  I’m sure that’s an ongoing dialogue based on who you talk to.

Anyway, I envision vintage wood frames with most of my photos – though a plain thick black frame would do as well.  Perhaps a nice thick mat around the photo, to put an emphasis on framing it.  I picture them in offices – to promote a calm energy, a relaxing work environment.  I imagine having an artist statement that captures me, my work and my reason for doing what I do – art-related or not.  I picture business cards, designed by yours truly.  And obviously as a framework, the grounding for what I do, I picture the camera as my eyes, and a fraction of my heart, my soul, as what the camera, my eyes – produces.
PS: The Wii is awesome.  Boxing gives me a workout, Mario is equally fun and frustrating, and I am done with winter and anxiously awaiting spring-like weather so I can go for romantic warm evening walks with my loves in the form of a) human and b) canine.


January 31, 2010 at 11:07 am Leave a comment

Dog Park Picture Praise Post.

I never grew up with pets (aside from a black fish that we named ‘Blackie’ whom died during a convenient Fish ‘n’ Chips meal, not even joking – I wish I was).  Getting Lily was somewhat of a spur of the moment event in our lives.  I remember we decided on a Wednesday we were going to be getting her, and we got her on a Sunday.  Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday were spent scouring the Internet for tips on welcoming a new puppy into the home, how to crate train puppies, and what kind of food our dog should be eating.  Sunday, we cleaned the house so it was spic and span for our new member of the family, and by cleaned I do indeed also mean puppy proofed.
Looking back, I knew next to nothing about raising a dog.  I wasn’t quite sure how to enforce rules, even though when we got her she was under 2 lbs.  After we got Lily, I read 3 Cesar Millan books, following every word of his like he was royalty, or some spiritual being.  I’ve learned tons about dog psychology – but I still feel like I know nothing.  It’s a huge topic and I am constantly craving to know more.  For somebody who is so into how human beings work and develop relationships, it doesn’t really come as any sort of surprise that I feel the same way about our next best friends – the trusty and ever so loyal canines.

The bond between human and dog is obviously a profound one.  How many people grew up with dogs and went on to be dog owners themselves?  It’s incredible.  I never understood this bond either until we got Lily.  At first, I think I likely made a tiny mistake of humanizing her into my “cute little baby.”  But really, with that face, that’s one of the hardest things.  EVER.  The most fascinating thing to me is the amount of trust she placed in us and us in her.  It’s amazing to be at the dog park or somewhere new to her, and have her come bolting up to us and gently take her place behind us, her confident pack leaders.  She knows where to seek comfort, she knows where to seek shelter, and she knows where to seek food – the basics for survival.  This to me is incredible and so very, very beautiful.

In reading Cesar (and various other articles in regards to dog training, dog psychology, energies) I can respect this bond so much more when I allow myself to treat her as a dog and not as the “cute little baby.”  Deep down she may be that “cute little baby” (c’mon – let’s face it) but in order for her to feel comfortable, confident, and respect us as her pack leaders, we can’t treat her as one.  It’s been very beneficial for Kyle, Lily and I to realize this, and to live our lives accordingly.  It has only increased and intensified the bond that we all have, and helped to further build the trust upon which our relationship was created.


January 14, 2010 at 10:01 pm 3 comments


On January 1, 2010, I started a very thorough, detailed journal.  I have been noting when I go to bed, when I wake up, what foods I eat, a brief outline of what I did that day, and a longer blurb about my overall moods (physical, mental, spiritual, emotional) experienced that day.  I will also be charting when the new moon/full moon occurs and when the first day of my menstrual cycle is.  I want to attempt to recognize solid patterns – the patterns that make up my whole entire being.  I want to see at what point in the month am I intellectually the sharpest.  I want to understand which foods affect my gut-rot.  I want to know when my creativity and spirituality is being thoroughly nurtured and fueled.  I already am quite aware of my menstrual cycle but I want to be able to understand how it is interconnected with every other part of my being and with the lunar cycle as well.  At this point it’s fairly trial and error – I’m seeing what works for me.  In a month I may think this is stupid and abandon all pen and paper activities related to thorough journaling.  Or, the better option of the two, I will realize how beneficial this is to me and my relationships with others.  I kind of have this thing where I suck at sticking to habits, and I know that’s because I lack motivation after something becomes “boring” – it’s similar to why I cannot watch stand-up comedy and why shiny squishy things are sometimes EXTREMELY interesting.

And on that note, with my whole new journaling endeavours as well as my renewed commitment to this blog, I have decided that this is connected to my journal which is connected to me.  And so photos and words it is.


January 12, 2010 at 9:10 pm Leave a comment

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