tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42891079874598619852024-03-13T14:03:36.744-07:00Running through the kitchenRun fast, eat slowFran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.comBlogger302125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-28104022296376216522015-06-28T12:56:00.001-07:002015-06-28T12:56:26.933-07:00Rainy runThe rain was light, consistent, and refreshing. A sharp contrast to energy-stealing sunshine. I followed sections of bike path in directions that don't provide shade on hot sunny days but have plenty to offer otherwise, like nearby trees with leaves so broad I felt small as a smurf, and great views of the river, grey and choppy from the bursts of wind.<br />
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My GPS gave up along the route, leaving me to do some fancy math in my head to evaluate how far I had run and when to take my second gel (apple cinnamon, a new flavour I feel no ill will towards yet). I think I got the distance right, or at least close, but I doubt my calculations based on feeling: I feel MUCH TOO GOOD to have run 26 km - and on just one bottle of water. (Not a single refill!) <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFWngq2L99o" target="_blank">Blame it on the rain</a>. Last week I worked hard to meet the 25k goal, and by run's end I looked like a Mad Max creature burnt from all that apocalyptic radiation.<br />
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Today: 26 km<br />
Weekly total: 36 km <br />
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Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-81974978980416304112015-06-23T08:42:00.001-07:002015-06-23T08:42:49.495-07:00Long run Monday
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Due to an
over-extended weekend schedule of work + play, I didn’t get around to starting
my long run until 6:30 pm last night. Our days are nice and long right now (but
steadily decreasing! oh snap!) which meant there was sunshine to soak up well
after I left work at 5:00 pm, and still more at 6:30. </span></span></div>
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the summer are all about starting early to stay ahead of the curve of
intensifying heat. Some runners I know start their long runs on a weekend morning
at 7:00 am or even earlier, in order to reduce time in the sunshine. The heat saps
your strength, encourages thirst, makes you want to pop into a shop with
blasting A/C and hang out forevermore. Evening runs have the opposite vibe. The
heat is already in force so you end up drinking a lot of water at first. Case
in point: I refilled my water bottle twice during the first half but thereafter
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all my intense sweating in the beginning of the evening so that I can encase
myself in a layer of salt fine as icing sugar, and which I sometimes have the
great pleasure of tasting as I swipe sweat out of my eyes and accidently touch
my mouth. Is there anything grosser than tasting the salt produced by your own
body. As the evening cools and I am left running amidst pairs of lovers strolling
at dusk, I continue to appear red-faced and flaked with salt. And that is why
sunglasses are the best invention ever. Remind me to take along a fake
moustache next time.</span></span></div>
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Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-68773231444551122542015-06-14T19:56:00.001-07:002015-06-14T19:56:28.296-07:00One gel runI blasted out 23km today, the longest distance in quite a while. Or so squawks the quads. Left home around 630 pm even though the sky was growing more overcast by the minute. I felt sure the rain would hold off until I was back home. It was a single gel run, surprising since this distance would normally require two shots. Lately I haven't been taking the second gel and I haven't noticed any ill effects. Is that a sign I'm eating too much sugar? Since the toaster joined my kitchen appliance family the Nutella jar in the fridge has been gradually looking more empty (heavenly on toast with banana slices) and I recently discovered the delicate cinnamon brioche at Evilbucks. Maybe I need to reign back on the sweets for a while. (A short while.)<br />
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Long run: 23k<br />
Weekly total: 49k<br />
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<br />Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-62787690225368209312015-05-04T19:00:00.001-07:002015-05-04T19:00:25.086-07:00Music muffins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-56111090005692105792015-04-12T21:37:00.002-07:002015-04-12T21:37:51.202-07:00Sunny with a side of geeseWe were treated to double digit temps today! <div>
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I ran along paths and in parks unvisited during the last six months of seasonal incarceration. Lots of happy people in this city today, and if they weren't biking or walking they were firing up the barbie and grilling animal slabs. </div>
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All that snow was unmeltable in the course of a single warm day. Snow is still everywhere and the canal remains half frozen like a chunky brown margarita. I was running slowly, feeling sunshine on my bone-white legs (yup, wore shorts!), savouring the primal scents of said BBQ adventures, and...slipping on ice? A few geese have arrived to check out the ice floes, walking cautiously, a little to new to town to look the local humans in the eye and spit. All in good time. </div>
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Despite a hangover and a low grade IT band issue on one leg my run went super well. After returning home I sat in a hot bath and thought about life.</div>
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Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-66110350497629601072015-04-10T19:05:00.001-07:002015-04-10T19:05:20.012-07:00Heron sightingIt's no Bigfoot, and way more elusive than a Yeti.<br />
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It's just a massive grey bird that stands statue-still in a canal waiting to catch something to eat. Big, grey and sensitive, it watched me watching it and freaked out. It waded through the brown water on its stilt-like legs, its ess-curved neck moving with the camel-like gait, one big eye trained on me as my small ones were on it.<br />
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<br />Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-91927185538651817422015-04-09T21:24:00.001-07:002015-04-09T21:24:47.703-07:00Rainy day peopleI laced up newish running shoes and thought about how they'd be christened in the rain that was lightly falling. And they were. Thankfully the rain stayed light and fresh with no driving winds to knock me back. No big puddles either. Running cap is looking overused and frankly exhausted after maybe two years of summer training followed by seeing too much of the Portugal sun. Anyway, main thing is, it held up.<div>
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Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-51028689294905329592015-03-22T21:43:00.000-07:002015-03-22T21:43:17.610-07:00Training starts for realsI couldn't let a sluggish spring season stop me from running outside this week. Treadmils are miles off my interest bulls eye right now.<br />
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Early in the week I got lucky with two warmer days for 5ks. And then today, which was not warm at all. Managed the needed 16k (bolstered by an updated playlist) and then I was happy to thaw in a hot bath. Today's run was chilly and rather windy. A scarf would have been helpful so it couldn't have been that bad.<br />
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After my core temperature had returned to normal, I cooked up a fry pan of blackened tilapia and ate the double serving too quickly to take pics.<br />
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Weekly total = 26k.Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-18961580989061823912015-03-05T17:28:00.001-08:002015-03-05T17:28:30.320-08:00Lighter fare<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Ran 10k hamster-style, then came home to satisfy a craving for vegetables.<br />
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Isn't it weird that someone of the vegetarian persuasion could crave vegetables? It happens, trust me. (Wait until July when the truly weird craving begin: juicy steaks following 20+ km runs.)<br />
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Veggie craving over with, my mind considers the following joke: a two scoops of ice cream and a bag of choco chips walk into my mouth...Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-48267130891030577602015-03-01T20:14:00.002-08:002015-03-01T20:14:28.704-08:00Weekly totalIt's been a busy week! I wish I had more to offer than this:<div>
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Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-35864529036116787772015-02-28T09:24:00.001-08:002015-02-28T09:24:11.982-08:00Skating in the sunI woke up surrounded by sunlight. Dark and heavy curtains were still drawn from the night before, but they were clearly no match for the sunshine. My plants love it. To be honest, so do I.<div>
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I haven't decided against a southern holiday next month. The offer is still there. For now, I get my vitamin D kicks in cold weather excursions outdoors. This morning I revelled in the beauty of strong sunlight, blue sky and clear ice. The cold spell will break soon. This could be my final skate of the season!</div>
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Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-25691697655171230582015-02-22T16:51:00.003-08:002015-02-22T16:51:54.795-08:00Still February. Still freezing.<div>
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Today, I listened to podcasts and watched life unfold on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the gym. I saw people walking their dogs, and a tiny dog scramble frantically across the top of a snowbank. Noticed a mother and child playfully hide from each other behind snowbanks as though it weren't minus kajillion degrees outside.</div>
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I've discovered a machine at my gym that is going to be my new bf - the seated shoulder press. It's a twist on the regular seated press in that the hard metal bars are gone, replaced with plastic handles like skipping rope, the plastic kind. The handles make the pressing up motion more difficult because they're wicked unstable. I haven't done presses in forever so I'm also weak! Could barely lurch through the first set of 10 lbs! I want to see that measley number grow.</div>
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<br />Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-20077206242086567562015-02-01T19:14:00.003-08:002015-02-01T19:14:47.911-08:00Lucky 13I'm getting back in touch with a dear old friend, the Sunday long run. This friend is a big fan of outdoor adventures but those are hard to get excited about in these temperatures. This phase of winter is rancorous and repellant. <div>
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I speak only for myself but I can't be the only one who thinks that way because the gym was crowded on the weekends until just last week when the chaotic vibe loosened up. Fewer people on the machines and more lockers available in the change room. One explanation could be that the snowbirds have flown to warmer places. If that's the case, the place will return to zoo city soon enough. Another possibility is that people have dropped interest in maintaining their memberships, and their ambition to see their new year's resolution through to the end, and returned to sleeping in on Sundays. Or maybe people are tougher than me and have taken up running on the canal! I definitely know that last option to be true.</div>
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So I was able to score a treadmill for 13k this morning without keeping anyone waiting for my machine. There was no lineup. Having broken the long run seal - it's been ages since a distance longer than 10k, maybe since my October half - it hopefully won't be long until I see some progress and the long runs lengthen like summer days. I definitely see a fall marathon in my future, maybe even someplace far away....</div>
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Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-5736869651267486362015-01-30T19:40:00.000-08:002015-01-30T19:46:44.980-08:00Sweet chili shrimp<div>
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Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-2093008137254235472015-01-28T17:47:00.001-08:002015-01-28T18:01:48.962-08:00Volcano curry<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This morning I woke up to a sink full of dishes and mountains of dirty laundry. I've been burning the candle at both ends the last couple of evenings. Such adventures wipe out all my spare cleaning time and energy (I know - shucks) and since my roommate is the laziest, nothing gets done except the stuff I get paid to do. These stints are short and intense, with something like 15 butt-in-chair hours per day for a few days. But so be it. They're fun in a caffeine-driven, deadline-flogged kind of way. I'm also, for brief periods, tolerant of my own disarray.</div>
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<br />Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-85360179480899631122015-01-25T17:22:00.001-08:002015-01-25T17:51:38.936-08:00Black bean soupI rely on my crock pot to make soup on the regular. Particularly in winter when the need, nay desire, for comforting yet relatively low calorific food stuffs is highest. I read somewhere that cold temperatures condition us to crave more calories, but the body doesn't care if those calories are obtained through ooey gooey mac n' cheese or a crisp apple! Personally I would really rather not eat apples or any other cold foods in this weather. Salads are more or less banned from the kitchen. Soup to the rescue!<br />
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Oh yeah- ran about 9.3 km on the treadmill this a.m., bringing the total to 4 runs this week. Plus a spinning class and one session on the elliptical (a break from the treadmill but kinda feels like a time waster). And one gorgeous night of skating under the stars!<br />
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Had a solid 45 minute run tonight. Solid but not easy. Boredom flowed like gatorade. I didn't find my running groove. No state of euphoria was reached. Near the end a few tears threaten to flow (sappy sitcoms can get to me) and for a minute somewhere in the middle I felt a flicker of rage red hot as a flame. Running calls up inner demons I guess, and I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't experience emotional aches and twinges myself once in a while. </div>
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I cooked up a batch of lentil filling last weekend. It's a spicy, flexible meal that can be eaten in many formats. I bundled it into wraps and drizzled plain yogurt on top. For lunch the next day I folded in spoonfuls of tomato sauce and grated cheddar. It was tasty and flavourful, and warmed my tummy after a cold walk in the dark.Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-41685919106137698442014-12-26T17:55:00.002-08:002014-12-26T17:56:15.218-08:00CeleryCelery stuffed with cream cheese is not a common Christmas tradition but it's festive, crunchy & delicious, and ready to be your holiday bff.<br />
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Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-36465516444574631962014-12-25T20:52:00.000-08:002014-12-25T20:52:05.466-08:00Christmas orzo!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-55305862911719721412014-12-15T15:01:00.001-08:002014-12-15T15:01:45.209-08:00Santa Dog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
He also sees you when you're drinking from the carton and backwashing in the eggnog....</div>
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<br />Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-69519014176896671942014-12-12T07:02:00.004-08:002014-12-12T07:02:57.469-08:00Pike place
<span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I plowed
through a Bliss workout this morning. Well okay, a “kwik and lite” version of
Bliss:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>4 sets of 10 push ups (modified)
followed by 40 sit ups. I intend to integrate sets of sit ups and pikes
until I can do 40 full-on pikes. I’d like to be strong enough to complete 40 full push
ups, too. Practically an Olympic goal for me right now. Note to self: that would be a good thing to ask Santa for!</span></span><br />
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in the morning before work feels luxurious; a splendid time to watch snow
falling on city streets while energizing with a cup o’ joe. </span></span></div>
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Fran http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542306334657271138noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289107987459861985.post-35869603721518294052014-12-10T14:02:00.000-08:002014-12-10T14:02:01.884-08:00Melty, mushy, crunchy, coldHave you ever considered the ideal follow-up to a steaming bowl of savoury pho? Look no further.<div>
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