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Feeling Throw-Uppy

I'm not sure if this schedule is insane or awesome. Probably both.
I’m not sure if this schedule is insane or awesome. Probably both.

Last year I was in the midst of training for the Niagara Ultra 50km race when I was sidelined by my ankle. Because I don’t like leaving things unfinished I’m determined to conquer this race in 2014. As part of my training program I sat down the other night to figure out exactly what I’d need to do to achieve this goal.

To put it simply – I want to throw up already.

The training program that I’m working from (found here) is intense, and is only 16 weeks long. Fortunately I have just over 24 weeks to prepare, so the first 8 weeks of my program will see me getting back to fighting form. Still, looking at the total distance I need to run per week is rather imposing. I know I can do it, but that doesn’t mean the numbers aren’t freaking me the hell out.

Assuming my ankle and the rest of my parts don’t spontaneously explode or turn to gelatinous goo, the last 16 weeks of the schedule (which begins March 3rd) look something like the following:

Week 1, 59km Week 2, 57km Week 3, 67km Week 4, 65km
Week 5, 74km Week 6, 72km Week 7, 72km Week 8, 76km
Week 9, 79km Week 10, 81km Week 11, 74km Week 12, 84km
Week 13, 65km Week 14, 46km Week 15, 52km Week 16, 89km

This is a crazy amount of mileage leading me to the ultra which I assume will be held around the 21st of June. The date hasn’t yet been set so I may have to adjust my training schedule. Whatever the case, hundreds of kilometres will be covered on my mission to the 50km finish line1.

Despite the nerves and hesitation I’m feeling at this point, I know I can do this providing I take care of my body and make sure to get in the rest that I’m clearly going to need.

I’m still not sure if this goal is crazy or awesome. Probably a little bit of both.


1 1412.50km to be exact2.

2 Assuming I stick to the schedule.

What’s Another 7.8km?

I’m pretty sure this is conclusive evidence that I’m certifiable.

Yesterday I wrote about the upcoming racing season. In that post I indicated that I had signed up to run the Hamilton 30km Around the Bay, and the Toronto GoodLife Marathon in March and May, respectively. There was also talk of running the Chocolate Race in Port Dalhousie, and the Yonge Street 10km. I finished the post by suggesting that I might join my friend Carolyn when she runs the Niagara Ultra Marathon – a 50km run – in June.

Well, after checking my schedule and making sure I wasn’t away for a conference or anything of that sort, I took the plunge. And by took the plunge I mean that I officially registered. That’s right – I’ve decided to finally attempt a 50km (approximately 31.07 mile) run. For those keeping count, that’s 7.8km longer than the standard 42.2km marathon. EEP!

Fortunately, and based on last year’s Ottawa marathon, I really only need to train myself to run about 5.8km longer than my longest run (ha – only indeed). If you recall, last year I had to turn around and run against the tide of marathoners as I was in desperate need of a Port-O-Potty. By backtracking I inadvertently added about 2km to the total marathon distance. And really, what’s another 5.8km?

Anyway, I clearly have a lot of training to do between now and then. Fortunately I know that Carolyn will keep me on my toes and on task, because she’s just as insane when it comes to running as I am. She’s also a giant slice of awesome; which is exactly what I’ll need to keep myself motivated and fighting to crush 50km. It’s not going to be pretty, it’s going to require a lot of work, but I have no doubt that Carolyn and I will do it.

We’ve got this.


 

Let The Race Season Begin

Words of wisdom.

And so it begins.

Today I registered for my first 2 races of the 2013 running season. Actually, I guess the Donald Duck half marathon and the Mickey Mouse full marathon are part of the 2013 race season, but I’m not counting them exactly.

The first race – at least according to my current race schedule – occurs March 24, 2013. Once again I’m going to take on the Hamilton 30km Around the Bay. I’m looking forward to this particular challenge again given last year’s epic fueling failure. If you remember, I managed to eat only half a granola bar last year, ultimately leading to hitting the wall around the 26km marker. Not my smartest move.

The second race will be the GoodLife Toronto Marathon on May 5, 2013. I thoroughly enjoyed running this race last year and am going to see if I can’t best last year’s time. Fortunately I have a lot of time to train between now and race day to improve my chances of making that happen.

I’m also probably going to be signing up for the Chocolate Run again, as well as the Yonge Street 10km race.

Oh, and just for an extra challenge, I think I’m going to join my friend Carolyn when she runs the Niagara 50km Ultra-Marathon. Because really, what’s another 7.8 km when you’ve already run 42.2?

I may actually be insane. W00t!


What’s Next?

Run Goofy, run.

So now that the Goofy challenge is over, I’ve found myself spending the last few days relaxing, getting massages, visiting the chiropractor, eating, eating some more, and, well, eating1. While none of these things are bad, except for maybe the extreme laziness and gluttony I’ve adopted as a lifestyle2, I’ve realized that I need a new adventure.

Sadly, I’m not exactly sure what it’s going to be.

I assume it will involve travel in February – possibly to London or Costa Rica or insert the name of some fancy place I’ve never been here. It may, perhaps, involve an ultra marathon3 in June. Or more skydiving or edge-walking in the summer. Or perhaps it’ll be something I haven’t yet thought of.

I guess the point I’m trying to make is that I’m wanderlusting and I have no particular thing to focus those wanderlusting energies on.

And so I leave it to you, dear readers, what should I do next? Leave your thoughts in the comments section below.


1 I guess I’ve also been working.

2 Some of my favourite deadly sins, in case anyone asks.

3 For those not in the know, an ultra marathon is anything longer than the typical 42.2 km required for a full marathon.


 

Un-impossible

Apparently it’s not un-possible; it’s un-impossible.

Remember back in the old-time-y days of May?

You know – May; when the sky was blue, and the birds were chirping, and the sun was shining, and the days were long, and the air was warm, and I decided to add something crazy to my Not-So-Bucket-List list?

Those were good days, no?

Apparently this weekend I managed to complete that crazy thing that I decided to add to my Not-So-Bucket-List back in the old-time-y days of May.

What was that crazy thing? you’re probably wondering.

Well, back in the old-time-y days of May I decided that I would attempt to run at least 12 half marathons (as either part of my training for other longer races, or as official races) in 12 months.

Turns out that Sunday’s 24 km run was the 12th and final half marathon (or greater) that I needed to complete to be able to cross this challenge off of my Not-So-Bucket-List. Better yet, I managed to complete said challenge in only 10 months. Even better still? Between now and the time I finish crushing the Goofy race, I should run another 6 half marathons (or greater). For those counting, that would make 18 half marathons in 12 months.

That, dear readers, makes me giggle a little bit. Okay, it actually makes me giggle a lot.


Completed Half Marathons

6 times half nuts; that’s me.
  1. February 2012 – 21.64 km – training run
  2. March 2012 – 25.75 km – training run
  3. March 2012 – 30.56 km – Around the Bay 30k
  4. March 2012 – 21.54 km – training run
  5. April 2012 – 21.21 km – Run for Retinal Research Half Marathon
  6. May 2012 – 43.00 km – Toronto Goodlife Marathon
  7. May 2012 – 21.37 km – training run
  8. May 2012 – 44.04 km – Ottawa Marathon
  9. June 2012 – 21.12 – training run
  10. July 2012 – 21.14 – training run
  11. December 2012 – 23.21 – training run
  12. December 2012 – 24.14 – training run

Upcoming Half Marathons

  1. December 16, 2012 – 30 km training run
  2. December 23, 2012 – 30 km training run
  3. December 30, 2012 – 34 km training run
  4. January 6, 2013 – 34 km training run
  5. January 12, 2013 – 21.2 km Donald Duck Half Marathon
  6. January 13, 2013 – 42.2 km Mickey Mouse Marathon

Death To Goofy

You should be frightened Goofy.
You should be frightened Goofy.

Okay, maybe Death to Goofy is a little extreme. I don’t want Goofy dead. I just want to crush his race a little bit.

Tonight I continued on my quest to do just that.

How did it go? The last few miles were tough. Really tough. My neighbours were probably wondering why I was yelling Suck it up Princess and You’ve got this Gillis so much. But it was necessary. My legs were exhausted and I could feel some of my muscles beginning to tighten up a little bit during the last 15 minutes. Fortunately, nothing that I couldn’t deal with, and nothing a good stretch and massage won’t cure. Of course, getting a massage at this time of night is not likely, so I’ll have to settle with a hot manly bath1,2.

Despite the challenge and the end-of-race exhaustion, I crushed 2 hours on the treadmill tonight (23.21 kilometres – or 14.42 miles). This after putting in 1 hour on the treadmill yesterday (12.09 kilometres – or 7.51 miles). W00t!

Of course, you’re probably wondering – What does one do while running on the treadmill for that long? Isn’t it boring?

Short answer – yes, yes it is. But I pass the time by listening to music, attempting to send out tweets without falling off the treadmill4, and doing a lot of math in my head. Seriously. Most of the time I’m estimating distances by a certain time based on current pace and location in my run. Other times I’m thinking about some sort of statistical issue that I’m exploring at work. Yup, I’m just that cool.

Anyway, tomorrow is rest day. And by rest, I mean that I’m not running. I’ll walk a little and stretch a lot. And if the stars align, perhaps I’ll find myself on a certain someone’s table getting the best massage in the history of massages.


1 A manly bath includes scotch. That’s a rule. You should write it down.

2 Don’t worry. I’m also drinking copious amounts of water. So much water, that I might yarf it up. Which might not be a bad thing because I’m hungry as well and having a hard time forcing down my usual tuna on an english muffin dinner3.

3 Although tonight’s dinner has been fancied up with some pineapple pieces. YUM.

4 Easier said than done.


The Sixth Element

Of all the pictures of carbon I could find on the interwebs, this was my favourite - the electrons are negative, the neutrons are indifferent, and the protons are super happy. Hilarious. Image source: http://shirt.woot.com/blog/post/orbital-model-of-the-carbon-atom
Of all the pictures of carbon I could find on the interwebs, this was my favourite – the electrons are negative, the neutrons are indifferent, and the protons are super happy. Hilarious. Image source: http://shirt.woot.com/blog/post/orbital-model-of-the-carbon-atom

Remember yesterday how I rambled on and on about being a big waste of carbon?

Okay, maybe I didn’t specifically write that I was a big waste of carbon, but given how lazy I felt and the less than A-Game I put forth for the Three-way Challenge of Awesomeness, I’d be hard pressed to provide an argument proving that the carbon in my body was being used as productively as possible.

Today I took the first steps to correct this problem. And by that, I mean that I finally got my ass off of the couch and onto the treadmill1. This is only the first of many steps over the next 6 weeks to get myself prepared and feeling strong enough to run the Goofy race2. And I will do it.

Of course, the next 6 weeks are going to be challenging. Beyond the fact that December is an I’d better wear my eating pants kind of month, the running schedule is going to be blistering. Tomorrow, for example, I really need to spend about 2 hours running since today I ran for 1 hour. I figure that the best prep for the Goofy race is to run a particular distance or time, and then double it the next day.

With this in mind, I figure that my tentative weekend running schedule is going to look something like this:

  • December 2/3 – run 1 hour (~12 km)/2 hours (at least 21.1 km)
  • December 8/9 – run 12 km/24 km
  • December 15/16 – run 15 km/30 km
  • December 22/23 – run 15 km/30 km
  • December 29/30 – run 17 km/34 km
  • January 5/6 – run 17 km/34 km
  • January 12/13 – run 21.1 km/42.2 km

If I stick to this schedule I’ll run at least 324 kilometres in 6 weeks. I write at least because there should also be shorter runs between these – some for speed, some for hills, and some for recovery. After the 6th of January, however, I’ll be completely tapering so that my legs are perfectly rested for Goofy.

Whatever happens over the next 6 weeks, I know that I’ve got this. I owe it to the sixth element because the carbon in my body deserves to be useful.


1 I realize that I’m making it seem like I did absolutely nothing during November. I know that isn’t the case, but I need to embrace the kick-ass take names later attitude; think of it as momentum to get me through the next month and the upcoming Goofy race.

2 Holy hell, the race is in 6 weeks. EEP.


 

Suck It Up Buttercup

48 days and counting

As part of my training for the Goofy Race in January, today was my long run. While it wasn’t the longest run I’ve ever completed (44.2 km1), it was my longest run this month (16.1 km2). To put this into context, the longest distance that I had completed this month prior to today’s run was 12.14 km, or about 3/4 today’s distance. Normally I don’t like to increase my distance by that much. Today however I made some exceptions to my rules, because rules are meant to be broken3.

Part of the reason that I increased the distance so much is that I have this nagging feeling that I’m behind in my training. I’m going to hope that it’s just nerves talking. Regardless, there’s a voice in the back of my head saying the race is in 48 days – pick it up buttercup. There’s also a voice whispering to me that this race is out of my league and there is no way in hell I’m going to be able to complete it. My response, of course, is to punch that particular voice in the face4.

The other reason, the main reason, and the one that seems less crazy, is that today just felt like a good day to run. Okay, maybe it didn’t start out that way – I did have to convince myself to run and my legs felt like lead for the first 3 km or so – but eventually I found my groove. My breathing wasn’t laboured, my body felt strong, and my legs weren’t exactly tired or stressed. I just ran. And I continued to run, stopping only for a sip of water here and there, and a necessary bathroom break around 6 km. In fact, the only reason I decided to stop was not because I was out of energy or in any sort of pain. I stopped because I wanted to prevent injury by overexerting myself; running too long compared to my most recent long run.

Stopping wasn’t easy. Everything felt so good today that I’m sure I could have carried on and finished a half marathon. What’s another 5 km? was on repeat in my head as I closed in on the 10 mile marker. I knew I could have kept going. But in this case, I knew that stopping was the correct decision.

I may disagree with that decision tomorrow if I wake up and don’t feel those extra miles. If that’s the case, I’ll likely be thinking that I could have finished another half marathon for the year, and will probably be down on myself for it. I’ll just have to remind myself that it was the correct decision and that I should be thanking myself for training smart, preventing an injury that could potentially jeopardize the Goofy Race in January.

Or I’m going to wake up feeling like an old man and cursing myself out for running those extra miles.

I love running. It’s always a surprise.


1 Which happened by mistake during my last marathon, thank you very much having to backtrack 1 kilometre to the closest port-a-potty.

2 10 miles.

3 That’s a rule, you should write it down.

4 Metaphorically speaking, as we do share the same face.


Getting My Groove Back

Goofy – we’re coming for you.

Sixty-one days; sixty-one days are all that separate me from where I am right now, and the starting line of the Donald Duck half marathon – the first step in completing the Goofy Race.

For those who aren’t aware – the Goofy Race consists of two separate runs; on January 12, I will be joined by my friend Mark as we complete the Donald Duck half marathon, and on January 13 we will again step to the starting line to run the Mickey Mouse full marathon; a combined distance of 63.3 km covered in about 28 hours. It’s going to be difficult, and I may end up yarfing all over the place, or losing all control over my bodily functions. Regardless, it’s going to be awesome.

The reason I bring this up is that the last few weeks of training I just haven’t been feeling it as much as I normally do. I haven’t been excited to run. Every time I laced up my shoes felt more of a chore than it should have. It just wasn’t as much fun as usual. So much so, that I started to wonder if I had burned out; that I had reached a point where running was a chore and not something that I love to do. And then I questioned myself – Self, are you going to be able to complete the Goofy Race? Or is this a case of “Suck it up Gillis”?

I ran today and yesterday. Today I ran 8 km in 37 minutes 35 seconds. Yesterday I ran 12 km in 60 minutes. My body felt strong , my breathing was solid. While there were several instances where I questioned if I could keep going, the Suck it up sunshine side won. I pushed through and managed to have some great runs. Better yet, the fun was back.

felt it today. I felt it yesterday.

I can do this. I will do this.

Beware Goofy – Mark and I are going to crush you.


I Have A Weird Sense Of Fun

The ridges are for your pleasure. I mean pain.

I’m currently rolling around on the ground with my brand new heavy-duty Y Roller.

What’s a Y Roller? you ask.

Well I could tell you that it’s the newest tool in my stay healthy while I’m training for the Goofy Race bag of trickery, or I could tell you that it’s a massage roller to promote flexibility and myofascial release1. But if I were to be truly honest, I would tell you that it’s my newest self-torture device because although it looks innocent, holy hell does it beat every muscle into a screaming pulp.

Of course, that shouldn’t be misconstrued as bad. Does rolling around on this thing hurt? Hells ya. Is it going to help keep me healthy given all of the training I have to do? That’s the plan. And given what I’m about to do to myself – you know, like train to run 63.3 km, followed by actually running 63.3 km – I’m going to need all of the help I can to remain healthy.

So for the record, I’m causing my muscles pain so that I can train in my spare time to run a really long distance while on vacation in Florida. Clearly I have a very masochistic sense of fun.

W00t!


1 As indicated on the label.


 

63.3 Begins Now

Disney: Bringing the pain in just over 80 days.

In just over 81 days – on Saturday January 12, 2013 at 5:30 in the morning1 – Mark and I will be lining up at the starting gates of the Donald Duck Half Marathon. In just over 82 days – Sunday January 13, 2013 at 5:30 in the morning2, Mark and I will step back onto the course, this time to run the Mickey Mouse Full Marathon.

Putting this into perspective and assuming we manage to run the marathon in 4 hours, we’ll have run 63.3 kilometres in 28 hours3.

Excuse me for a moment, I think I just threw up in my mouth.

What does all of this mean? It means I need to get off of my lazy ass and get back to training. And so dear readers, today was the day that I made the move. Today I laced up my runners and stepped outside, took a few deep breaths, turned on RunKeeper and set off. I won’t lie, it’s been a long while since I was outside running and I was worried that I’d be bagged rather quickly. Fortunately that wasn’t the case. The beautiful weather, the perfect temperature – everything seemed to work for me tonight. I only ran 3 kilometres, but it was comfortable and as if I’d never taken a break. Definitely a great way to get back into the swing of things.

As for training, I have no idea how to best prepare my body for a half-marathon-followed-by-a-full-marathon weekend. I’ve scoured the all-knowing all-powerful Google and have decided on a schedule that (once it gets going) looks something like this:

  • Monday: get bendy – stretch for 30 to 60 minutes.
  • Tuesday: get bendy – stretch for 30 to 60 minutes.
  • Wednesday: short run for the week.
  • Thursday: longer run than Wednesday – sometimes double.
  • Friday: get bendy – stretch for 30 t0 60 minutes.
  • Saturday: run X kilometres (longer run of the week).
  • Sunday: run 2X kilometres (longest run of the week).
I hope I look this good when I’m running.

Of course, I’m going to need to get bendy every day that I run as well – otherwise I’m going to fall apart. And this schedule isn’t perfect. Some weeks (like this one) I’ll be running Monday and Tuesday, other weeks Tuesday and Wednesday. Ultimately the goal is to be able to run 17 kilometres on January 5, and 34 kilometres on January 6th, followed by a week of tapering leading up to the big event. All this so that I can run a half marathon followed by a full marathon on January 12 and 13.

Is this insane? Probably.

Am I going to do it? Abso-freaking-lutely.

Having said that, I realize that this isn’t going to be easy. I also realize there are going to be days that I just don’t want to run. Those are the days that I’m going to have to Suck it up Gillis and just do it. Those are going to be the days that I’m going to need a lot of encouragement. Those are the days when I’m truly going to be training.

Eighty-one days. Bring it.


1 Why am I only just noticing that the race begins at 5:30 in the morning?

2 I mean really – how did I not notice this before?

3 Theoretically with a break of about 22 hours between the first 21.1 and last 42.2 kilometres.


 

Boo. Just Boo.

Sad puppy is sad.

So tomorrow is the Toronto Waterfront Marathon, and instead of taking part in the 42.2 km trek across Toronto, I’m going to be watching from the sidelines.

I won’t lie; I’m rather bummed out about this. I really want to be running tomorrow. I really should be running tomorrow. But I know that running wouldn’t be the smartest thing for me to do. My training hasn’t been what it should have been. I’m definitely not prepared for the distance.

Still, there’s a large part of me that feels like a big bag of suck. Just run it. You’ve done it before. Don’t be such a wuss. All these thoughts are going through my head. All these thoughts are making me feel less than.

But I realize that not running the race tomorrow is the appropriate thing to do. In fact, I realize that not running the race tomorrow is the right thing to do. Because I need to be okay with not always winning; sometimes life gets in the way; sometimes limitations creep in; sometimes priorities change.

Sadly, despite knowing all of this – I’m still bummed about the situation.

Boo. Just boo.


 

This Is What Happens When Life Happens.

Quitting has never felt so right.

This weekend is the Toronto Waterfront Marathon. You might remember this marathon because I’ve mentioned it several times over the last few months. Along with the Toronto Goodlife and Ottawa marathons in May, the Waterfront would make my third marathon for the year. Throw in the Goofy race in January and I’ve got a lovely foursome of pavement pounding, endurance testing awesomeness.

Except sometimes life happens.

In this case, several things have happened that have sidetracked me from my training – not in the sense that I missed the odd run here or there. I’ve missed most of my runs. Could I attempt to run the marathon this weekend given all of the other training I’ve done this year? Absolutely. Will I? Hells no. This is one of those cases where I’m actually going to consider personal safety and injury prevention.

Why now?

Great question. As you may have realized, I love adrenalin, I love running, and I love doing things that I probably shouldn’t – like taking on two marathons in 3 weeks, or signing up for the Goofy race, or running with scissors1, or smashing my face into the ground while doing yoga2.

This time is different. I do not feel prepared, not by a long shot. I think the flood in my condo was the first nail in the coffin. This was followed by flood-lung which I think was a result of all of the dust that I was inhaling after my condo was ripped apart to fix the flood damage3. Nail in the coffin number two. The third and final nail was delivered by the course that I’m teaching this semester. Note – this is not a complaint – as I love the course that I’m teaching. However, it is requiring far more effort than I had anticipated. So much so that I have to spend a lot of time after hours working on all my other projects, sacrificing my training.

This could work.

Three nails, one coffin – holding the sad remains of my attempt to run the Toronto Waterfront Marathon. Gone before it even had a chance.

Could I get a moment of silence please?

But fear not, dear readers. I’m using this failure on my part as extreme motivation to get my ass in gear for the Goofy race. No excuses. Goofy – I’m coming for you. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

As for this weekend, I’m heading to Toronto so that I can cheer on my friend Mark and all of the other non-slackers. Now to figure out what crazy awesome hilarious sign I’m going to make to let Mark and all the other runners know how awesome they are.


1 I honestly don’t run with scissors because that is just crazy. Also, given my tendency to walk, run, or bike into walls and other stationary objects I’d likely stab myself by mistake.

2 It seemed like the thing to do at the time.

3 Flood-lung, also known as coughing. A lot. Like, more than that even.


Another One Bites The Dust

Dear Item #81 on my Not-So-Bucket-List list,

After quite a lengthy stay as a full-fledged member of the as-yet-to-do on my Not-So-Bucket-List, I have decided that you have paid your dues and should be rewarded for this. As such, as of today – July 22, 2012 – I happily upgrade your status from as-yet-to-do to so-freaking-done. 

Let me explain my reasoning. First, you’ve sat patiently on my list, never questioning why I was spending so much time dealing with the other items around you – even some of those that arrived after you. I appreciate that. Second, you’ve been around so long (since the inception of my list) I realized that I was neglecting you. And that is just plain wrong. I apologize for that. Third, and this is probably the most important reason for your movement to the so-freaking-done class:

You are so freaking done!

80+ km of bike-y goodness

That’s right folks, today was the day that I finally managed a full 80+km bike ride. And I have to say, despite the fact that my body is rather tired right now, it felt great. The pace was comfortable, I felt strong, and the weather couldn’t have been better – even if it was a little bit warm.

I do, however, need to fuel better. By the end of the bike, I realized just how dehydrated and hungry I was. Sadly, that meant I was also rather tired so a nap won out over all other issues. I’ve since corrected the hydration issue, but still need to pump about 2000 Calories into my gob if I intend not to be in a Caloric deficit today. Given the hour of the day, and the amount of food that I typically eat, I think I’m going to have to eat a big-ole-bowl of deep-fried lard to avoid that.

Anyway, now that I’ve successfully crossed off item #81, I have to set my focus on bigger and better goals – such as biking 100km, or perhaps even biking 160km.

Bring it!


Kill Me Or Cure Me

I love my bib number because it reads the same upside down :)

I had a nap this evening1. It lasted only 20 minutes or so, but when I woke up I was fully discombobulated. I had no idea where I was, what I was doing, or what time it might have been. The only thing I recognized was the wee fuzzball who was softly purring as he nuzzled up in my arm.

I shook off the groggy feeling and realized I had missed a bunch of text messages. I slowly worked my way through them, trying to squint just the right amount to somehow make things clearer while I waited for my eyes to adjust to the light. I probably should have put my glasses on.

One message in particular jumped out at me. It was from my friend Amanda. She was wondering if I was going to be running tonight. Still slightly confused, nothing was coming to me. Did I make plans to run with Amanda tonight? Am I late? What the hell time is it? Why can’t I remember making plans?

After what seemed like an eternity, things started coming into focus. Tonight was the Guelph Classical 5km race. I hadn’t officially decided to run the race as I wasn’t sure if I was going to be in town. I sent Amanda a reply to find out when things were starting, but also letting her know that I wasn’t sure if I was going to run. I woke up not only groggy and discombobulated, but with rumblings that were the makings of a headache.

Text messages flew back and forth. Around 6:30 I suggested that I would think about the race and would let her know within 45 minutes regarding what I was going to do. I had assumed the headache was related to dehydration, so perhaps if I chugged a bunch of water in 45 minutes I’d be fine. Of course, the minute I wrote give me 45 minutes I was pretty much convinced that I was going to suck it up and run. I wrote back within minutes: Okay. Eff the headache, I’m in. I mean, the run was either going to kill me or cure me. So why wouldn’t I run?

And just like that, I was on my way downtown to run the Guelph Classical 5km. The race was a lot of fun, with Guelph Symphony Orchestra members playing at each of the kilometre markers. I was absolutely surprised and amazed at the number of people who came out to run. The event was very well-organized, and I’ll definitely be running it again next year.

Special thanks to the volunteers who were dealing with registration and bibs. Since the race was all very last-minute for me I hadn’t registered. I figured I’d register on site, but found out once there that they only accepted cash (I only had my credit card and debit card with me). Fortunately, one of the ladies working the tables allowed me to run, trusting that I would send a cheque or go online after the fact to pay the race fees.

Awesome2!

Anyway, I’m home now. While I didn’t land a personal best, I’m very happy with my result considering I started the run with a headache. And even better, my headache is gone now.

Apparently running 5km was the cure I needed.


1 Once again, it was accidental and I completely blame Elliot for being such an awesome nap-buddy.

2 For the record, I’ve just sent off the payment via PayPal.