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Bib 18222 – the one with the BIG smile

What a journey is all I can say. The actual marathon will last less then 4 hours of my life (hopefully) but my road to Boston has been 10 years in the making and the memories are going to last a lifetime. From my first marathon running alongside great friends and my great dad to having my 2 small children and my husband be so excited for me when I qualified for Boston, I’ve had a lot of supporters along my journey.
 
I have to say I was excited to finish the Around the Bay race last week. #1 is because I had a great “race”. I used it as a cross between race pass and LSD. I didn’t want to have my best race day 3 weeks before Boston. One of the great guys – Arun I run with nicknamed me as his own “running iPod”. We’d come up behind someone and they’d turn around and say “I thought that was your voice Kiska”. #2 ATB was my last “long” run and I’m in taper mode. I put “long” in quotation as there still was a 20km run I did this morning. Only someone training for a marathon or ultra thinks 20km is a taper week. We finished our 20k with hail/rain and some snow. No one can complain after our wonderful “winter” of training weather – unless you were one of the 20 people in our group still having to do another 13km in a cold downpour.
 
This has been a great iRun Road to Boston adventure and I haven’t even got on the plane yet. I owe a huge thanks to:
1. My very supportive family.
2. iRun for giving me this amazing opportunity.
3. Adidas for making me look great on my winter runs and providing me with a very supportive coach Nicole.
4. Lisa who paced me to qualify for Boston and never game up on me.
5. Rebecca who wrote my entry for the contest and pushed me every week during our speed workouts.
6. My coach Steven Connor (better known as Dr. Stevil) for making us run hills, hills and more hills. His dedication to the sport and to his runners is truly awesome.
7. Last but not least my Running sisters. You are truly an amazing group of women. Each has taught me a great deal about running but more importantly taught me how being surrounded by amazing people can help you accomplish amazing things – on the track and off.
 
 
12 more days until my in laws arrive from PEI to look after my kids (THANKS!)
13 more days until we fly out and go to the Expo (look out Visa – mama needs a Boston coat)
14 more days until we see the Red Sox with my mom and my step dad (who are driving from New Brunswick to cheer me on)
15 more day until the gun goes off.
 
Wave 3 Coral 1 bib 18222 – Boston here I come! I’ll be the one with the HUGE smile on my face.

Labour of Love

A lot can happen in a year.

Just over one year ago, (one year and 3 days, to be exact) I gave birth to a brand new baby.  We named him Oliver.  He is the third little ray of sunshine in our lives.  After a few short hours of labour, (the ultimate in marathons) we held his helpless little life in our arms.  I vowed that I would never again complain about the pain of a long run, as nothing compares to the endurance needed to have a baby.  Nine months of training lead up to that day.  Remembering to breath is important.  Proper fuelling is important.  Having a good coach is important.  Mental preparation and visualization is important.  Doing whatever it takes to get through it is important.  Now, I know, races aren’t the same as childbirth, yah, yah.  But come on and agree with me on this…That euphoric feeling of stepping on the timing mats at the end of a marathon erases much of that pain, doesn’t it?  Kind of like holding that tiny little beautiful baby in one’s arms.  It makes it all feel so worth the pain.

Race medals don’t wake up in the night for feedings.  Or need countless diaper changes.  I guess that is where the parallels end.

Over the last year I have been working toward gaining my pre-baby running shape.  I feel so lucky to have the race of a lifetime (by now we all know I mean Boston, right?) as a culmination of the long road of running I have been on since about 2 weeks after Oliver was born last year.

Happy Birthday to my little Olly.

Karen’s breakfast smoothie

When I set forward my New Year’s resolution to once and for all resolve my feelings about kale, Karen, iRun’s Endorphin Junkie, sent me the following recipe. I don’t usually have smoothies in the morning but I thought I’d give it a whirl this morning. Sadly, the kale that I had purchased with such good intentions on my last grocery trip was past its prime so my adventures in kale consumption will be delayed.

Ingredients

1 cup water

1/2 cup cottage cheese (I used Greek yogurt instead)

huge handful frozen strawberries (I used frozen raspberries instead)

1/2 frozen banana

dollop of peanut butter

handful of kale (I used spinach)

Directions: Place ingredients in blender and blend.

In Praise of Marathoners

The group of runners that I’m coaching through Team in Training is gearing up for their last very long run (33k) this Saturday before the marathon at the end of April.

As I ran a 5k this afternoon, I thought about them. It’s a small team, made up of five people.

One man who lost his wife right before joining TNT. Aside from being a champion fundraiser, I’ve never heard him complain. Not once. Not about distance or energy or anything. With everything he’s been through, oddly, he’s the one I’ve “coached” the least. I’m not quite sure how it took him 40 years to discover running, but he is, at least to me, a natural.

One man who has the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met. I’ve never known someone to embrace a team like he has. He teases me about my grammar in the emails I send out and affectionately calls me coach. He’s grunted through leg pains and injuries. Even after his toughest runs, he has given every single person on the run a hug and a high five after they’re done.

The woman who is my sole Flex participant. Who does all her runs alone on a country road. The woman who has never traveled nor fund raised and has raised almost $5,000 this season and who is flying to Spain to run. The woman who motivates herself to go and run, and then to run faster and farther.

The coach turned participant who has so much other stuff going on in her life that it amazes me she still has the energy to run at all. The woman who will do three back shifts and still manage to show up at 8:00 on a Saturday morning. I run with her and she tells me, “I’m good, Keep going.” And I know she is, because when she isn’t, she grimly informs me, “It’s hard going today.” And I so admire her honesty and her perseverance to always get that last 500 metres in, no matter what.

And the woman who started this not as a novice runner, but as a non-runner. The woman who has pushed through more injuries than I honestly would recommend. The woman who has started running, hated running and now has begun to excel at running through sheer tenacity. The only reason she has kept going is because this cause and this race specifically means so very much to her.

Five months ago, when I signed my contract, I had no idea it would be like this. I knew there would be laughter and smiles and probably even tears, but I didn’t know that by the end of it, there would be true friendships.

I’ve watched this group through the ups and downs of marathon training. Such as it is with marathons, the ups are very high but the lows can be very, very low. I’ve seen how they’ve managed to motivate themselves to continue, how they’ve pushed themselves on.

I knew that it took a special type of person to join Team in Training, but I didn’t realize just how special these people would be.

18 months ago, I wasn’t in the best place. I found myself in a spot in my life where I wasn’t satisfied with what I was doing or who I felt like I was. And so through some therapy sessions and a lot of deep reflection, I figured out a way to get pointed in the direction I was pretty sure that I wanted to go.

In the past couple of weeks, I’ve realized that where I am now is the perfect place for me right now. Team in Training came into my life at the perfect time. Perfect for them, because they needed a coach who really cared about the participants, and perfect for me, because I was able to embrace this whole program in a way that it deserves.

Next week, I’m going to register to run the Montreal Rock and Roll Marathon as a part of Team in Training Halifax chapter. I am going to continue to coach through the summer, but in watching the runners I’ve met over the past 5 months, the 20 in my season and the 50 from the summer season who I also have the honour of running beside, I feel like it’s time to join them.

I didn’t expect friendship, and I really didn’t expect to care so much about them outside of running. And yet here I am, thinking about how I’ll start my journey back from Nepal just as they finish their marathon and wondering what airports will have WiFi for me to check in and see how they did.

This whole experience has completely reinforced my belief that we are all such wonderful creations, willing to share and suffer and love just because we want to belong. Because we want to make the world a better place.

And I am so proud to have been a part of it.

WHY do you run?

Why DO you run?
If you are like my friend Dave Crowe, it is for the medal.
Dave has run over 90 marathons in 10 different states and in Ontario
He has run the Disney “Goofy” in Florida twice.
During his runs he has met iconic runners , such as Bart Yasso, Mark Bravo, Robert Kraft “the Raven” and Pam Reed.
He was presented with a Running Ambassador Award from the 2009 Little Rock Arkansas Marathon.
Although Dave always ran, his first organized running event was at the 2004 Achilles St. Patrick’s Day 5k.
He was hooked on races, because from there he ran a 10 km, half marathon and marathon –all in the same year
And he found out that he could get hardware for his efforts.
Since that day 8 years ago, he has completed over 90 marathons, 50 half marathons, thirteen 50 K events ….but only if there is a medal.
However, if not racing, he does give back to the running community by volunteering at local races.
dave for iRun
Here is a picture of him with his humungous medal from the Little Rock Marathon. Dave is on the left. The Razorback Hog is famous in Little Rock.

His two favourite races are Little Rock and Big Sur
His favourite medal is Little Rock.

As you may have guessed by now he plans to run his 100th marathon in Little Rock in 2013.

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Maybe I will have to run that one with him …but just for the medal.

Why do YOU run?

Transitioning To Spring Running

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By: Magi Scallion

As the weather gets nicer across the country it’s time to start thinking about putting some more running kilometres under your feet. Many of us don’t do as much running in the winter – whether it’s due to other sports or just terrible winter weather – so it’s important to restrain yourself just a bit!

To help prevent the typical spring training injuries – I would normally suffer from shin splints and sore muscles – there are a few simple tricks to keep in mind.

1. Ease into it! I recommend considering your winter weekly volume and only adding 10% per week. So if you’re running about 4 hours (or 45 km) per week during January and February, you only want add about 25 minutes (or 4 km) per week additional as spring arrives.

2. Stretch More! Spring is a great time to really focus on the little things to make your body feel good – and if you want to spend a few more hours outside, stretching is a great way to do it. Incorporate 10 or 15 minutes of stretching into the end of your run. I recommend focusing on the quads, calves and hamstrings… the usual running culprits!

3. Consider going to the gym once or twice a week. I, personally, am not a huge fan of the gym, but I’ve come to accept that it’s good for me. I hit the gym twice per week for about 15 or 20 minutes. I have a really quick, glute focused, workout that is mostly plyometric but with a few weights. It’s fun, it’s quick, and it helps. See what’s out there at your local fitness club – talk to a personal trainer and get an easy program.

4. Finally, as an avid trail runner and mountain biker, I have to ask you to stay off muddy trails! Running in mud may be fun in the moment but it really damages the trails in the long run – not just by making the surface uneven as they dry out, but also eroding the trail for years to come. Use a little patience and wait until the trails are mint – you’ll enjoy it more anyway!

If you play it smart you’ll be hitting good volume in no time!

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magi_scallionBorn in Nova Scotia and emigrating to British Columbia via Ontario and Alberta, Magi has been running the entire way. Primarily defined as a cross country ski racer, Magi has competed nationally and internationally in that sport. The highlight of her career was competing in the World University Games and the World Cup races in Canada in 2007. Cross country skiers rely heavily on running for cross training and Magi has become an accomplished trail and mountain runner, representing Canada at the World Mountain Running Championships in 2005 and the winning numerous national championships medals.

Today Magi runs for fun… and it’s a lot of fun! Epic mountain runs, city cruises with friends, and more keep her happy and occupied outside of work and school.

Jerusalem Travel Report

Nir Barkat from Ross

Shalom. is a Hebrew word meaning peace, completeness, and welfare and can be used idiomatically to mean both hello and goodbye.

Peace, completeness and welfare are traits that all runners possess.

Beth Agro and I instruct a Marathon Clinic at the Beaches Running Room in Toronto. Beth is an associate publisher with iRun magazine.

Last November at the NewYork City Marathon, I represented iRun magazine at the elite men’s press conference. When I was not actually able to speak with one of the elite runners, I placed an iRun hat on the table when I took their picture.

Fast forward to February of this year when the Isreali Ministry of Tourism invited one of iRun`s journalist to cover the Jerusalem Marathon, iRun thought about sending me and the iRun hat. So Beth brought me the proposal that I run the March 16, 2012 marathon.
How cool is that. I did not hesitate to say yes.

We all have a marathon destination we want to run.

I have run a 56km ultra Marathon in Laugavegurin, Iceland and the 56km Two Oceans ultra marathon South Africa, as well as marathons in New York, Chicago, Boston and London England as well as Big Sur in California.

The more I thought about the Jerusalem marathon, the more I became excited. What a destination race. On March 25 2011 the vision became a reality when Jerusalem joined the list of leading international cities that host a full marathon.

The Jerusalem Marathon takes runners on a route that tests not only the most experienced of runners, but also on a unique path through history; through the city so holy to Jews, Christians and Muslims around the globe. Participants run on the cobblestones of the holy and ancient city, through the beautiful neighborhoods of Jerusalem, and through the modern city center of Israel’s capital. The views alone are enough to take one’s breath away.

The 42.2 km marathon passes through the neighbourhoods of central Jerusalem, continues from south to north, through the old city and past the walls of Jerusalem.
The race this year featured a marathon, half-marathon and 10k, as well as two shorter races, and drew about 15,000 runners, including 1,500 from 50 countries outside of Israel. The highlight for participants is the scenic route, which takes runners past such major historical, cultural and religious sites as the Old City and the Temple Mount.

Other sights along the course are:

The Knesset , Israel Museum . The Supreme Court Building , The Gerard Bechar Center, Mamilla , Jaffa Gate, Zion Gate ,The Sultan’s Pool , The Israeli Cinemateque ,The Menachem Begin Heritage Center , The Jerusalem Khan Theater , The Residence of the President of Israel (under heavy security), The Jerusalem Theater ,Emek Refaim, The Armon Hanatziv Promenade , The Jerusalem Municipality , Ammunition Hill, Hebrew University of Jerusalem Mount Scopus Campus.

The race day weather was apocalyptic (or biblical depending on your view) as the winds were around 35km per hour, and rainy, but at times the sun came out and while I didn’t actually experience it, some of the runners reported hail. The rain began on Thursday morning and stopped on Friday after the race. Despite all that, the run was truly memorable and the k’s went by quickly.

The main attraction, of course, is the course and the highlight of that is the short section through the old city where you run through the Jaffa gate past the Tower of David and the streets of the Armenian quarter watched by clergy and monks and then past the site of the last supper to emerge through the Zion gate. The rest of the course rides the various hills of the city offering panorama after panorama of the spiritual centre of the world seen, finally, at 24 miles (37km) from Mount Scopus. It would be breathtaking if the hilly course had not already done that.

But let’s return to the beginning in Toronto ready to board the flight to Tel Aviv.

I met Ben Kaplan, one of the invited Journalists who writes for Financial Post ( whose first journalist love is with songwriters) While I did not know Ben, we had met briefly when we were part of the of the Marathon Flame torch relay for the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon in September of last year.

We flew El Al alongwith the junior Israelai/Canada Hockey team. They had been in Toronto and Ottawa for a tournament. Who would have thought there would be a hockey team in Israel?
We arrived in Tel Aviv and met our tour guide Irit Doron. We had a quick tour and met the other Canadian journalist, Sam Cohen, who is the publisher of Canadian Running (as well as Gripped Publishing. Sam’s first love was mountain climbing) The weather in Tel Aviv was pleasant and not overly hot. My impression of the Middle East was warm weather, but this was their spring.

After lunch we had a tour of Jaffa, which is an ancient seaport and is also related to the narrative of Johna and the whale. We visited some excellent art shops. One gallery we stopped at by chance , met the owner/artist Ilana Goor (some of whose work is in the White House and on the wall there is a picture of her and Bill Clinton as well as other celebrities)

We paused briefly at one of the small restaurants on the the fishing dock, where I sampled my first Israeli beer- Goldstar- it is made by Tempo breweries. This beer showed up everywhere so was not able to sample a lot of the other 14 breweries in Isreal. My disappointment as it was not that great a beer. Oh well ,I guess you can’t have it all.

After we got back to the Herod hotel, Ben, Sam and I went for an 8km run along the beach which overlooks the Meditteranian Sea.
Later that day we met the two other journalists from the US . Jennifer Scroggins who writes for the American Catholic blog and Runners High in Cinncinati and Ross Forman a freelance sports journalist (Ross: Running a marathon) who is a sports writer and once met Mohammed Ali. Then we went for dinner at a very nice restaurant

The following morning, and before breakfast, we went for another 8km run.
In the afternoon, Irit took us on a walking tour of the open air Tel Aviv market, the Sea Shore Promenade, the Pedestrian Mall and wandered back to the hotel through some of the residential streets.
Then we drove to Jerusalem (and did have to pass through some armed checkpoints to enter Jerusalem)

Checking into the Kings Primas hotel in Jerusalem, the concierge was a young woman who was wearing a gun . Very cool. But it turns out that all hotel “security” carry side arms.

Despite the presence of guns (all the soldiers carry them) I was not afraid and felt no tensions whenever we were out and about.
We walked to the reception dinner that night with our hosts from the Ministry of Tourism and later went to a nightclub before our sound and light show presentation at the Tower of David.

As we approached the old City, I experienced a tingling sensation that although brief was due to being the presence of the 5000 year city and the “centre of the universe”

The fact that 3 religions co-exist within this 1 km structure is amazing. Jews, Christians, and Muslims all share an equal passion and claim ownership of the city that the Mayor wants to brand as Jerusalem.
On our way back to the hotel ,we walked through the luxury mall next to the Mamilla Hotel. This is almost like walking down Rodeo Drive with all the usual upscale stores.

The marathon course (start line and meeting area in the park was already set up). I guess when the Mayor is a marathon runner and wants to promote the marathon, Stuff happens. It was when he ran the marathon in New York City , he felt that Jerusalem needed a world class marathon event.

Later we had the walking tour of the Old City where we walked part of the Via Dolorosa (Stations of the Cross), and visited the Christian Quarter and the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. For a touching personal experience see Jennifer’s post. http://blog.americancatholic.org/2012/03/suddenly-i-was-crying/

I donned a Yamaka and visited the Western Wall also known as wailing wall. The devout pray at the wall and visitors and worshipers place prayers on slips of paper and put them in the cracks in the wall.

Ben has written his child’s name on a piece of paper (he and his wife have 6 month old baby) and when he asked if I wanted a piece of paper I wrote my own children’s names and placed that in one of the cracks.

The section to pray at the wall is separated for men and the women have their own entrance and section
We walked through the market and entered the Muslim section of the Old City but did not get to the to the Muslim Temple Mount (the one with the gold dome)

We later went to view the Dead Sea scrolls in the new museum, and saw the Shrine of the Book. This is a replica of the actual Dead Sea scrolls which were discovered in a series of wilderness caves between 1947and 1956. Later that day we also toured the Mount of Olives and the Garden of Gethsemane.

During our visit, I noticed a lot of soldiers carrying guns. Men and women must serve in the military for 3 years. They carry their rifles with them at all times. At the pasta dinner, we posed for pictures with a soldiers and his rifle After the marathon, we saw some soldiers in their civilian clothes carrying their rifles just like we carry our backpacks..

On Wednesday we attended the press conference where we met the Mayor, Nir Barkat and other representatives from the Ministry of Tourism. I presented an iRun hat and Mark Sutcliffe’s book “Why I Run” to the mayor and had a few pictures taken with him.
Also at the press conference was Kevin Lim ( Running the Sahara) as well as Russian Elite Kamila Khanipova( she came 2nd in a time of 2,49 and the Kenyan Pacer Andrew Kilonzi ( he ran 2:29).

On Thursday the 70 journalists from the various countries took a bus tour of the marathon course. Of the 70 journalists approximately 10 ran the marathon or half marathon.

Along the way we stopped in at a working kibbutz (which is also a hotel) for some hot chocolate.

We also toured the City of David where we saw a working archival dig which uncovered parts of the Western wall. While it was intriguing to decend 20 feet underground in a passage 3 feet wide and about 7 feet high, the footing was a little sketchy and not something I would normally do the day before a marathon.

Then we were off to the registration to get our bibs, timing chip and at the same time the elite runners arrived, so we took the opportunity to get more pictures taken with them.
Once of the photographing company was able to link your bib number to Facebook and the pictures they took were automatically sent to your home page. Caution some of those pictures were not pretty.

We attended the expo, where due the cold weather I bought tights and a long sleeve shirt and gloves (sheesh)

We were getting tired, but still had to attend the expo and the pasta dinner. The pasta dinner was the same types of pasta you get here, but with a lot more salads, bread, fruit and desert.
There was an extremely loud band playing, and there was no actual seating, just stand up tables.
The Mayor and race director were not due to arrive until 8 pm so, collectively , we decided to leave.

We took a cab back to the hotel to get some much needed rest for the next day.

I did post events from my marathon experience in my blog Running Groupie

http://irun.ca/index.phprace-recap-jerusalem-marathon-march-16-2012/

Friday afternoon and Saturdays are Shabbat (or holy day) and the City shuts down.
except for certain locations. Even the elevators are on automatic, so only one is available and it stops automatically at each floor.
After the marathon we walked bacvk to the hotel to shower , write the blog and then have a nap. We had a quiet dinner in the Hotel’s restaurant.
Saturday morning we drove to Masada and for a dip in the Dead Sea. The Dead Sea is at lowest part of the world.
Massa is about 1 hour outside of Jeruslem. And a ½ hour drive outside of Jeruraslem the desert begins.. However we did drive out there on a modern 4 lane highway.
Masada is the name for a site of ancient palaces and fortifications in the Southern District of Israel, on top of an isolated rock plateau, Masada is best known for the violence that occurred there in the first century CE. In the final accords of the First Jewish–Roman War, the Siege of Masada by troops of the Roman Empire led to the mass suicide of the Sicarii rebels.
How they built a castle up there is amazing and how the Romans laid seige and built a ramp to the top is even more astounding.
Peter O’Toole starred in the 1981 mini-series movie Masada. That movie was used in the screening for tourists before they go to the top.
You can take the cable car up or walk the 1.88 km distance (900 meters straight up).
I had to walk. Sam decided to join me for the trek.
It took us about 23 minutes (including stops for pictures) . When we arrived, Irit was waiting for us. Before we started, Ross and Jennfier said they would take the cable car, but later decided the trek would do their legs good. (Remember we ran the Marathon the day before, but then we are athletes,.eh)
We took the cable car down though.
Then off to the Dead Sea. Because we made some unexpected stops to view some other spectacular gardens, and a working kibbutz, we ended up at a public beach at the Dead Sea, rather than the scheduled spa. The Dead Sea has some of the most saline water on earth; as much as 35% of the water is dissolved salts! That’s almost six times as salty as the ocean!
And much to my chagrin, the proverbial McDonald sign was rotating, except on one side was written in Hebrew.
This picture of me in the Dead Sea almost looks as though I am sitting on an air mattress that has sunk below the surface, but I’m literally just floating without having to hold my feet in that position! If you think this is easy, try floating like this in a freshwater swimming pool. This was truly a unique feeling but don’t get the salt water in your eyes. The water was not cold, sort of like you first dip in the lake during the summer.
Then we rinsed off for the drive back to Jerusalem (and again going through a couple of military check points) The Dead Sea is shared by Jordan.
Just the 6 of us for our final meal (last supper?) Isreali meals consist of putting a number of appetizers on the table, with bread and dips, then bring more main course, then desert which we all share.
Sunday morning, our limo took us back to Tel Aviv, passing through the Gaza Strip check points because the driver said it was faster. Again more armed check points, but we were simply waived through.
The flight home by Tel Aviv (where I was subject to a security bag check. Apparently the testing they do is to sniff out gun residue) takes about 11 hours.
Arriving in New York and a then a $50 cab rider from JFK to LaGuardia (where I was randomly chosen again) and home to by Air Canada to Toronto.
This was the trip of a lifetime and I would recommend this destination race to all. The Ancient City combined with a marathon. What could be better?
Shalom.

2012: The year I ran Around the Bay in shorts

Seriously.

The first time I ran Around the Bay it got to about 6C by the time I was done, and it started to rain when I had 8K to go – and I was happy about the great weather.  The second time I ran ATB, it was -12C at the start, but it was sunny, the winds were minimal, and it warmed up a fair amount while I was running  – and I was happy about the great weather.

This year, it was 10C at the start, 16C by the time I finished, overcast skies with sunny breaks, and a very welcome breeze.  I started the race with arm warmers, but that was more out of paranoia than necessity – I would have been fine without them.  The weather was strange and crazy and lovely – and I wouldn’t have wanted it any warmer, that’s for sure!

I went into it undertrained for the second year in a row – or at least I felt undertrained. I got most of my distance in, though I would have liked one more long run under my belt (that plan was abandoned in favour of babying a sore spot to prevent it from getting worse – since that worked out, I can’t really complain).  I just didn’t get in the speed and strength work I had planned, thanks to the serious need for a mental break over the last couple of months.  Despite my break, however, I came off a strong season of improvements and felt strong enough on race morning.

Goal: beat my personal worst.

Strategy: shut off my brain and just run.

I went to the start and was trying to figure out where in the crowd I belonged when I found a couple of friends who run at a similar pace and lined up with them.  The start was smooth enough – crowded but I wasn’t being held up or passed so I guess I did well when I picked my place! The beginning of the course was fairly quiet, with a few families on their porches cheering, and a few people at intersections here and there.  I made it past the train tracks on Woodward Ave. (where is that, 9K or so?) without seeing a train this year, and crossed the mats at the first relay exchange point. One third done and still feeling good.

Made my way along Beach Blvd. and was quite literally nearly run over by the 3:15 pace bunny – I know he started ahead of me, but I never noticed passing him – though I noticed him passing me because he has sharp elbows.  I kept him in sight for quite a long time as a bench mark.  Despite not having a particular goal in mind, it was a good way to keep my pace fairly consistent.  I enjoyed the signs along this stretch, including signs indicating kilometres to the Boston, Chicaco, New York, Berlin and London marathons, as well as the “short cut.”

I crossed over the mats at 15K and the crowds were getting thicker; I was happy to see that the basset hound was out again this year – basset hound, if are reading this, don’t ever stop howling, okay?  Halfway done but the fun is just beginning.

Almost immediately after that I crossed the lift bridge, which is hard on the soles of your feet as it is a pokey metal grid.

The next few kilometres from halfway to the start of the rolling hills are a bit of a blur in my memory.  I think there was a road, and some other runners, but I can’t really remember much more than that.

Just before the hills began I saw a sign that said it all – something to the effect of “Dig deep, this is where the hills begin,” and for sure, this is where the fun starts.  I passed the 20K mark without incident. Two-thirds finished, single-digit countdown now.

At the 21K mark there was a massive cheering section (by Lululemon?) where there was music and enthusiastic young people in stretchy pants holding signs that said such things as, “Your feet hurt because you’re kicking so much ass!” and “We’re here because you’re here!” and “Less reading, more running!” (all quotes are approximate).

As we were running up a long steady hill (around LaSalle Park, maybe?) a woman turned to me and said “Please tell me this is ‘the’ hill…” I was a little startled as no one had been saying much, but was able to answer, “Uh no…no, not at all.” She asked, “how will I know?”  I replied “You’ll know when you don’t have to ask!” but then I answered her more seriously before she stated that she was really tired then left me in her dust.

Around the same time we passed a group of spectators who had bells and clangers – and were standing there in dead silence.  One woman smiled and said, “Thanks for coming out to cheer!”  On cue they started clanging and cheering – it was pretty funny to me in my delirious state.

Somewhere along Plains Road (I think) there is a church that always plays its bells while a bunch of people in choir gowns cheer out front with big clappers – the giant plastic hands seem rather funny in that context, but the support was appreciated nonetheless!  The sun was coming out here and there and I was feeling so tired mentally – I honestly felt that if I closed my eyes just then, I would fall asleep while still running, then fall on my face. So I made an effort not to close my eyes!  With the warmth of the sun and that strange tired feeling, I was also feeling a little woozy.

Before long I could hear “thump-thump-clap! thump-thump-clap!” As I got closer I could hear the melody of “We Will Rock You” and said “hoo boy, here we go,” to no one in particular.  You see, before you get to “the hill,” you approach it from the side and you can see its entire length from that angle; but before you see it, you can hear where “Stan the Midget,” as he is known in ATB lore, is blasting “We Will Rock You” on repeat before you turn to run down into a gully and over a bridge before the climb begins.  A stranger, who was panting rather hard, began talking to me about the hill, and the area, as he was local – and it was a nice distraction.  I gave Stan a high five, and ran down into the gully with my friend – but I took greater advantage of the downhill than he did and I lost him.  I am sure he passed me back, however, as I was still feeling woozy and decided to walk up the hill.

The hill itself is not that bad. It is roughly 500m long, but you can’t see the top from the bottom thanks to a turn in the road, so just when you think you’re almost done, you round a corner and it gets steeper – 18% grade according to lore – and all of this comes at 26K into a 30K race.  But then you’re at the top, and it’s all downhill from there.

Once I got to the top, I kicked myself back to a run and told myself “listen you, it doesn’t feel any better to walk than it does to run – run and it’s over sooner!”  So I ran.  It hurt, and I didn’t feel good and I really wanted to stop.  I reminded myself that I was supposed to have my brain turned off, so I took in my favourite view of the race – as you cross over a bridge, you can look back out over the Bay and see the bridge you crossed over on the way out – and even as the crow flies it looks so far away. And you think to yourself, “I was there, and now I am here!” And it’s amazing.

Anyway, I passed Mr. and Mrs. Reaper outside the cemetery and focussed on running.  Then I could see Copps Coliseum in the distance and I knew I was almost home – I tried not to stare at it as it feels like it’s not getting any closer.  I passed a guy with a sign that said “Free Beer! Limited quantities” and heard him say, “first 10 dozen runners only!”  I wonder how many people took him up on it.

I got right down towards the edge of Copps when, to my surprise and delight, I heard my name – I turned and saw a crowd of people from The Running Works, the running store where I work on Tuesday nights for run club, and I felt like a rock star as they cheered me on. It distracted me from the fact that I had to run past the Coliseum and around the back, before going down the (very steep when your legs are tired!) ramp. At this point, you burst into the stadium and charge for the finish – or I imagined I did, though I don’t think I had any actual giddy-up at that point. I heard my name called and gave a little fist pump before crossing the finish.

The food area is well organized but it was crowded and hot – good thing I was wearing shorts!

Around the Bay finish in pictures

Local-boy Reid Coolsaet wins!
Local-boy Reid Coolsaet wins!
Local-boy Reid Coolsaet wins!
1st-place Krista Duchene, 2nd-place Dayna Pidhoresky and 3rd-place Lisa Avery accept their tropies
1st-place Krista Duchene, 2nd-place Dayna Pidhoresky and 3rd-place Lisa Avery accept their tropies
1st-place Reid Coolsaet, 2nd-place Terence Attema and 3rd-pace Giitah Macharia accept their trophies
1st-place Reid Coolsaet, 2nd-place Terence Attema and 3rd-pace Giitah Macharia accept their trophies
Who can imagine a more romantic venue for a wedding?
Who can imagine a more romantic venue for a wedding?
Last but not least, me finishing - I am so fast I am blurry!
Last but not least, me finishing - I am so fast I am blurry!

Skinny Chicken Tikka Masala

Last week, I got an e-mail from Karen, iRun’s Endorphin Junkie, with the subject line, “What’s Cookin’?” The body of the e-mail said: “THIS. Easy, delicious, and even light!” I took this to be a hint so I made the dish last night. Karen was exactly right! Original recipe can be found here.

Ingredients:

2 tsp canola oil or you could use butter

1 small onion, minced

1 tbsp fresh ginger, grated

3 cloves garlic, crushed

1 1/2 cups crushed tomatoes (I used diced tomatoes from which I’d drained some of the liquid.)

4 oz fat free yogurt (I used Greek yogurt.)

1/2 cup 1% milk

1 tbsp cumin

1 tbsp garam masala

1 tsp turmeric (optional)

1/2 tbsp chili powder

salt to taste

16 oz (2 boneless) chicken breasts, cut into bite sized pieces

4 tbsp fresh cilantro (or to taste) (Sadly, I didn’t have any cilantro but I’m sure it would taste better with.)

Directions:

Heat oil in a large heavy skillet over medium heat. Add the onions and cook until golden. Add the crushed ginger, stir for a few minutes then add the garlic and cook another minute. Add cumin, garam masala, turmeric, chili powder, and salt; mix well until fragrant, about 2 minutes. Stir in tomatoes, yogurt and milk. Simmer on low heat until sauce thickens, about 10 minutes. Add chicken and simmer for 10 – 15 minutes or until cooked through. Add a generous amount of chopped cilantro and serve with Bamati Rice or Naan.