Monday, October 29, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Today I slept late and I've eaten a ridiculous amount of sugar, which I fear is the new norm for me. I also have some wicked shinsplints. But the Detroit half marathon on Sunday was by far the most fun road race I have ever done.
The deciding factor was that the last half marathon I ran, in June, was the Trot to the Beach - on the back roads from Blenheim to Erieau. There were maybe 200 people in that race. The Detroit race had 24,000.
I took my iPod with me, much to Chad's chagrin. "REAL runners don't use those in races," he said. But I *never* run without it, I replied... how will I get through 2+ hours without it? I needn't have worried. I was more than entertained by 2+ hours of crowds, cheering, funny signs, and eavesdropping on fellow runners. I crossed the finish line with the earphones still in my hand, unused.
The race started at 7 a.m. and it was still dark. This is what me and 23,999 of my closest friends look like.
I finished this race in 2:06:54, which was not a PR, but then I didn't expect it to be. It's funny though - I have now done 5 half marathons and except for the one I did in 6 inches of snow that made for some sloppy footing... I have finished them all within 2 minutes of each other. One of them was 12 years ago and one of them was yesterday. I am consistent, if nothing else. If a bear were chasing me I think I would run away from it at that same pace.
So that's it... the final race report of the year. 2 half marathons and 3 tris this year... not a bad turnout, especially after the bad back/pneumonia 1-2 punch of 2011. 2012 was a very good athletic year. Hoping to somehow top it in 2013.
Friday, October 19, 2012
This has been a long week. In five days I logged 1500km of driving, mostly on the 401. Sunday was the trip to Stratford, and then on Monday I turned around and drove to Mississauga and back for a meeting. Tuesday was a rest day and then Wednesday I drove to Niagara Falls for the Ontario Energy Association conference. Spent the night and came back home yesterday.
This was the same conference at which I came down with pneumonia last year. This year I think I have escaped the pneumonia, but I have come down with some sniffles. And let's face it - that's how pneumonia starts. I am not taking any chances. Lots of rest for me this weekend.
At least, until 7 a.m. Sunday morning, at which time I am supposed to be on the start line of the Detroit International Half Marathon. These things always seem like a good idea several months out. I make promises to myself to run five times a week and really nail this race. I do good until Labour Day or so, at which point the days get short and dark and my enthusiasm wanes. I have been running more like three days a week lately. I had already been feeling a little unprepared and now to be sick on top of it - definitely not ideal.
This race definitely scares me - there are two points on the course for which I, someone who lives in a pancake-flat part of the world, am already woefully under-trained:
Well, too late to do anything about it now. I am not going to PR at this race but I do hope to finish, sick or not, with the added incentive of some cut-offs along the way - they reopen the bridge and tunnel to traffic at set times, and if you're not through the course at those times then you get the disgraceful ride back to the start line in the shuttle. That's plenty of motivation to just keep moving.
There is no more travel in my future until next spring, so if I can just make it through this race, I will get plenty of rest next week and will in fact be into the recovery phase of my training year - all my triathlons and road races behind me so I can finally just succumb to the Halloween mini chocolate bars and holiday sugar cookies, sleep in, and take a break until the new year. At that point, I will probably sign up for a few more races, make some promises about training schedules that I am unlikely to keep, and start the whole vicious cycle over again.
Monday, October 15, 2012
The holiday consisted of two things: a big meal + a road hockey game.
Liam was in his element. Sometimes being the oldest cousin pays off. He has yet to score a goal on the ice (and mostly plays defence now, so goodness only knows when or if it might happen)... but he scored nine goals (by his own count, which may or may not have been accurate) in this game.
Henry scored too...
And even Mallory got in on the action! Yay Mal!
I think it's fair to say that a good time was had by all, including the spectators.
Mallory requested a posed hockey portrait with someone very special.
And, she requested another posed portrait, with someone else kind of special. The girls will have to stick together in this family - they are still outnumbered!
I was trying to get a shot of someone's new teeth here, but all I got instead was tongue.
Hard to believe that a first birthday party is not too far away.
Friday, October 12, 2012
This is one of my all-time favourite pictures of Mallory, and it's the one that I currently have framed on the side table in the living room, replacing (for now) the picture of the kids at the Pittsburgh hockey game.
Jenn really had to coerce Mallory into this one, but it worked!
Liam had to one-up her by walking a 'pumpkin tightrope' along the fence line.
We were there well over an hour in all. We spent 15 minutes picking out pumpkins and the rest of the time climbing in/on/among them. I am not sure if we kept the girl who was working there late... she didn't say anything to us, but swiftly started packing up when she saw us heading back to the car. Thank you, pumpkin patch girl, for indulging us in the annual ritual. It won't be that much longer before my kids roll their eyes at the very suggestion of going to the patch.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
This weekend was a busy one. Friday night, we were at a concert with the MacBarrs. Then it was an early wake up call on Saturday, to scoop a new tree at The Glasshouse's end-of-season sale. From there I left right away to head to Michigan with some friends to see another friend and do some shopping.
On Sunday, I got some much needed rest. And planted that tree. I can't think of what else we did, but the day winged away.
Then on Monday, we had the Cook family over for Thanksgiving at our house. Nothing in the kitchen exploded, so I would call it a success.