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Runners in Bloom

5 May

Runners in Canada are sort of like flowers in the spring. They start to sprout out of their homes, slowly at first, testing the weather, and when it has been gauged fair enough, they are out in full bloom. Of course, not all Canadian runners hibernate during the winter. But there does seem to be a greater number of runners when the sun brings some warm weather.


That being said, I am very happy to be wearing less layers on my runs. I feel lighter as though I am running faster. Oh wait, I think I am running faster. All that winter training totally paid off. I ran a 23 minute 5k on Wednesday and a 50 minute 10km this morning. I am so ready for the Chocolate Race next Sunday.

What is the Chocolate Race, you ask? It is a 5k, 10k or 10m race with chocolate along the course at different station. They have chocolate covered strawberries and marshmallows. And for the souls running the 10miler, they get a chocolate shot at the turn around. The Chocolate Race also boasts a pretty awesome chocolate party at the end – which is why I am running. Mark is also going to run and I can’t wait to indulge in the chocolate. I think it’s a pretty great way to spend a Sunday.


I’m pretty sure there is still room for late registrations. Even if you can’t run or walk it, it’s worth a drive to St Catherines for the chocolate after-party. I will be sure to post plenty of pictures.

In other training news, half-Iron training is ever consistent. I had a panic moment in the pool last Monday and refused to finish my work out. Mark suggested the noon swim, instead of my usual 6am swim. I said ‘ok’ because a swim buddy is always nice. But for whatever reason, or maybe the noon swim is always like that, the pool was the place to be. We started our pyramid work out just great and had one other person join us. Soon after, our lane had six swimmers including us. It wasn’t just our lane that was busy, they were all busy! I dislike sharing a lane with more than four people. It gets too crowded, I feel pressure to swim fast than I can, and I start to panic. Then comes the anxiety.  Needless to say, I couldn’t exit the pool fast enough and hit the gym. At least my day wasn’t a complete waste. I’m looking forward to my regular swim time with my regular lane buddies.


The Strength of a Community

18 Apr

I was debating whether or not to write a post about the Boston bombings. So much has already been said and I doubt I can contribute without repeating someone else’s words. But as I approach a race this weekend I will be keeping everyone in Boston in my thoughts. I am not dissuaded nor am I having second thoughts about running.  If anything, I feel stronger as a runner.

Runners are a breed of their own. We are pulled out of bed in the early morning hours or compelled to finish a run in that snow/rain storm. Some people say we are crazy. I say we are strong, resilient and motivated.  Runners are part of a community unlike any other. We support each other and relish in each other’s accomplishments. We’ve all suffered through injuries, logged countless hours alone on the road, and felt the thrill of crossing the finish line.

Running can be a lonely sport. This is why most runners will smile, wave, or say “good morning” to passing runners. Though they are complete strangers, there is a kinship that binds all runners. You can always tell what kind of shape a runner is in just by the look on his/her face. Often, that simple wave of acknowledgement is a great boost of energy.

On Monday, I was so deeply saddened for a number of reasons. First, before I knew of the casualties and injuries, I felt as though someone had attacked my friends. I had no idea how tied I was to the running community  until this attack. Crossing the finish line of a marathon, or any race, is  huge accomplishment. To make it to Boston is an even bigger accomplishment. Some people have spent years training and sacrificing to run the streets of Boston. This moment of pride and joy was stolen and replaced with fear. Second, I am saddened for those who have lost their lives and suffered grave injuries. A race is a celebration of life and health; a celebration of which the participants were robbed.

For many people, myself included, a race is emotional. As I mentioned previously, there is a kinship that binds us and surpasses race, nationality, sex, size, age, etc. I cannot conceive of a greater community of people. I am proud to be a runner and continue to encourage people to tie on those old sneakers and hit the road.

The victims, runners and spectators at the Boston Marathon will be in my thoughts and will hold a special place in my heart as I cross the finish line on Sunday.