So there goes that theory.

During a run the concept of time somehow becomes wildly skewed. Seconds seem like minutes; minutes seem like hours. It seems suitable too during some runs how the weather from start to finish can change wildly. 

The weather was unseasonably mild today for the last day of November. It was 11 degrees and overcast. So after we got home from church and lunch and errands I decided to break my treadmill streak and fall in love again with outdoor running. Laced up the sneakers, put on capris and a tshirt and my trusty black cap. I hummed and hawed over a light coat and since it had looked like rain all day I figured, why not.

Well the first 10 minutes into the run I was regretting the coat as I was getting hot. I run a "big block" of 6k and after about 1k out it opens up into farmers fields. Once you get out there all of a sudden the weather can seem different from the protective houses that line our street. 

All of a sudden the wind picked up. And I could see the dark clouds roll in. At this point I was 3.5k in and knew I had no choice but to endure. The rain. The wind. The cold. 11 degrees became a thing of the past. But at 5k I returned to the protection of houses and by 6k got home, peeled my soaking wet jacket from my skin and quickly changed. The life of a runner. 

Also as I was running I thought of this ecard and laughed. 

No excuses.

Since starting this running journey the longest consecutive days I've missed running is 11 during July 2013 when I had to have an appendectomy. Since then I've faithfully stuck to no more than 3 consecutive days off. 

Except this week. 

It was a busy week. Though busy is no excuse. Truthfully I have minimal commitments in terms of family. Many of the runners I follow on social media are mothers and they make it work. As a teacher it was a busy week as I had parent/teacher interviews Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Plus Monday and Wednesday nights I have a bootcamp class and Tuesday my women's bible study. So it's not like I wasn't active. But at the same time I feel guilty. Now that it's darker earlier (way earlier) and colder (way colder) it's hard to find the same motivation. 

But I've also made the decision to largely scale back on running over the winter to let those little twinges and tight spots heal (hopefully).

All that being said I'm so thankful for my treadmill. And iPad. And Netflix. 

The ugly side of running

Runners know that running can be ugly. This especially applies to runners feet. I've got to say I'm fortunate I've never lost a toenail to running. In fact, my problem is the opposite. I've had issues with corns on the bottom of my feet since I love being barefoot. Now, for the past few months I've noticed my baby toenail on my left foot growing outward onto the side of the toe. As I run the toe swells and is so sensitive I wake up in the night from the pain of the sheets touching it. So finally I bit the no benefits bullet and booked an appointment with my foot doctor. The good news is it's not an ingrown toenail. The bad news is it's a corn that has developed from a combination of a baby toe that turn outward and repeated stress from...you guessed it: running! So she dug it out and put something in it to kill it. And I got a cute little toe-sleeve to wear to protect it. Let's hope this helps because right now it hurts. 

Thanks, Sport Chek!

I like doing new things, gaining new experiences. And I love running clothes and accessories. When I heard collingwood was getting a sport Chek I was over joyed! Until this point all we have locally is one over priced faddy "sports" store that rarely has real sales.

I read that though the opening was Thursday the grand opening was Saturday and the first 75 in line get a gift card ranging from 25-1000 dollars. Free running stuff? I'm there. Well I've never in my life done this...this stand in line and wait hours before a place opens to get a deal thing. It was a new experience. 

I wasn't sure when to arrive. The store was set to open for 9am so I set my alarm for 6:30. Turns out I woke up on my own at 5:30 and wondered why. I left home at 7 in a thick sweater, coat, hat, mitts and boots. The temperature read -2. As a good Canadian I picked up a Tim Hortons coffee on my way. I arrived to about 30 some odd people in line at 7:15. I was safe. Now, the waiting game. -2 isn't really that cold. But, in November when it's the first you've experienced below zero temperatures, and standing still, in the shade, on concrete...it gets to you. I'm thankful for my coffee and that I brought a book! Reading it was a challenge with gloves on...and it was difficult to focus on the words with my cold body (fingers, toes, legs) and my mind trying to ease drop on the surrounding conversations. 

Slowly people accumulated and mentally calculated the number in line to ensure their frigid wait was worth their while. 

Waiting has its benefits. An opportunity to pause and focus is much needed in our busy culture. Plus the opportunity to study people is always enjoyable. I wondered at their stories. And also why there were very few recognizable faces when I've lived in this area nearly my entire life. 

At about 8:45 a few men came out and explained the deal. They'd be coming down the line having you sign a waiver and receive a numbered card. The rules were you had to be over 16 (they said they'd check ID but they didn't. The girl in front of me was 15 but she got a card) and that though the flyer stated one per household they were going to give cards to the first 75 people over 16. This of course infuriated the back of the liners who now had a jeopardized chance of getting a card. I thought I may see a fight. I have to agree it's unfair they don't follow through with their advertised promise. But, I also agree with the shouts from front of liners of "you should have come earlier". She claimed she'd been in line for 2 hours and I hadn't even been in line that long, so she was stretching the truth out of frustration. 

So, I recieved my laminated number 37 and read the terms and conditions on that back. Some of those terms and conditions did not prove true but I kept my mouth shut, thankful for the promise of a gift card and a warm place to escape into. As we came through the doors we handed our numbered card to the man who had a black bag. We stuck our hands inside and pulled out a gift card with a sticker saying "peel here". Of course my hands were frozen so I asked an employee to help peel it off. I was very excited to see this:

I knew I'd get at least 25 but 50 is bonus. The card expired in two days so I knew I had to spend it. Then the real challenge started. On what?? On myself? On others for Christmas gifts? The whole store was still on 25% off so the possibilities were numerous. After looking around for about half an hour I picked up the following:

A grid foam roller and some awesome ski socks. With discounts and gift cards and taxes I paid just under ten dollars. The line up to the til was super long but it was to be expected on opening day, with sales and 75 people wandering around with "free" money that had an expiry date attached. Also in line I spoke to a nice couple who mentioned they'd stood next to the lady who ended up getting the 1000 dollar gift card. They said she was very kind, had 3 kids and needed to get them all new snowsuits so I'm thankful she got the card. Those kids will have a great Christmas! Plus I was thinking...what stress to spend 1000 in less than 2 days! Eek. I wouldn't want it :)

Overall it was a good experience. Would I stand in line again nearly two hours for a deal? Undecided. But I'm glad I did it. And I'm glad our town now has a Sport Chek. 

It's the first snow of the year!

The first real snowy run I've yet to take. Also my first run in my new shoes. I was pleased the snow didn't soak through and it was so much fun kicking up powder.

However I learned the hard way that even though it's snowy it's still just -2 and that didn't quite warrant a long sleeve and a sweater and my winter mitts, hat, and neck warmer. You live, you learn. 

Breaking up is hard to do (with shoes).

Finally, after 672.5km on my runners I got myself a new pair. I'm very particular about running shoes. In my 2 years running I've learned I like Asics and New Balance. Mainly because I need the wide toe box and they are both reputable brands.

Usually I make 2-3 trips to different stores that sell running shoes and do my research online. My criteria usually includes: a New Balance or Asics, a wide toe box, midline stability and of course, something pretty. I usually go for middle of the line price point as well because I'm not made of money but I don't want to wreck myself. 

But, as I opened and admired my new shoes I got a little sad about saying goodbye to my old shoes. You may find this silly but I've been through a lot with my old purple and teal asics. 

I got these shoes in the spring of 2014 in April because of a sale. I knew I wouldn't need them until June though. 

Running lots is a doubled edged sword. Running more is doing more of what you love but things wear out so much quicker. Though I feel like these shoes had a full and fulfilling life it went by too fast. 

In these shoes I: 

-came in 1st for my age category for the barrie waterfront 10k June 2014

-walked the scleroderma 5k with my family to support the research of a disease near and dear to my heart 

- ran my first 8k- a local canada day race that's been around for 46 years. 

- flew to Alberta and ran some of the most breath taking trails I've ever seen. 

-ran a 10k in BC!

-climbed a mountain. A real mountain. I now know why hiking gear exists and I wouldn't suggest ever climbing a mountain in running shoes but regardless, climbing a mountain changes you. 

-ran my third half marathon less than 12 hours after getting back to Ontario on limited sleep and fuel.

- ran my 4th half marathon, a local race, and got myself a PB on a challenging quad. 

- ran a 10k on my 26th birthday with a sub 50 that I've been gunning to break since doing it once in April. Also got 1st in my age category, won a pie and was sung to on the podium. 

-ran a Remembrance Day 5k alongside my running hero, Krista Duchene. 

And of course, all the hundreds of "training" runs in between. 

Needless to say these shoes have become a part of me. They hold so many great memories and it's hard to put them aside and start a relationship with someone new. My heart breaks at the thought. 

Then of course I catch sight of these beautiful girls and don't feel so bad. 

Because I know that they too will hold many beautiful memories I've yet to make. 

The power of the run

Every Wednesdays night is run group. My friend Lisa and I meet with The Beach Chiropractic running group, a group in Wasaga Beach, at 7pm to run and then learn something. Tonight I didn't want to go. But, tonight also happens to be the last night of a 16 week session which means potluck night. Regardless, it's about 1 degree and snowy and dark and cold tonight. I've got a million things to do (report cards) and my legs are super sore from Monday's killer bootcamp. When we run we do a 5min warm up, then some stretching then 4 sets of 10 and 1s (run ten minutes, walk one) works out to about 45-50 minutes.

So as we start the warmup my inner thighs scream at me "we hurt!!!!" those darn squats...every time. And I'm cold. My fingers are cold (despite the mitts) and my neck and chin are exposed and cold. But somehow as the run went on it got better. Our first walk break was worse than running somehow (my legs...the pain). But our second walk break happened to be at the main end...beach area 1 that can be quite hectic in the summer but come fall it's a ghost town. It was dark and windy. The water was an inky black with beautiful white caps. The beauty of it was incredible. By then I also realized I was no longer cold, in fact I was starting to get too warm and regretting wearing a long sleeved shirt and a sweater and a jacket.

On the way back we had to take a few more walk breaks than planned as a friend was having some tummy troubles (don't we all know what this is like!) but in those quiet moments of walking I saw. I saw the quiet residential areas, the street lamps all in a row, the quiet snowflakes dancing about and it was so beautiful. 

It's crazy how a run can change your perspective so much.  My legs no longer hurt by the end, I wasn't cold, I wasn't miserable. I was thankful, I felt blessed, I felt happy and I felt strong. 

The power of the run. Why this is a lesson I must continually re learn each run. Why, I'm not sure. But a lesson I'm willing to learn.