A Southern Education

Last night we had an epic birthday party for Heather. It was at a beautiful house on the lake and we met a ton of great southern people, who are apparently the nicest people on earth. 

  
Here is the view from the deck with the party tent in the back yard. Unfortunatley it was hella-raining but we just took the party inside, although the boys did go stand in the party tent for about five minutes just so they could say that they used it. 

Southern girls can party and they sure love to dance. There was a great DJ and the girls danced the night away. That’s not really my scene so I sat outside with the boys and watched the show through the glass doors while they gave me a southern education. It was so much fun. I did try to cross the dance floor a few times and quickly got pulled into the circle with the southern belles and let me tell you when they’ve got a few drinks in them they get… handsy. 😉

Here are some of my observations about people in the south. Some I learned from the boys last night and some just from watching and learning. 

  • You can say just about anything about anyone as long as you follow it with “bless their heart”. This is an actual thing. 
  • Refering to people as darlin, or honey is pretty much compulsory and they manage to do it without sounding the tiniest bit condescending. When someone calls you darlin here, you love it. 
  • About 80% of drivers that pass you when you’re running wave to you, it is a constant wave fest.
  • People you pass on the street (again while running) say hi, then many of them ask “how you doin darlin?” and seem like they really want to know.
  • You must have a college football team and have their sticker on your car. A car looks naked without a football sticker on it.
  • Y’all, all y’all, and y’alls are words.
  • The accents, oh the glorious accents. I love them. And I must admit that after only a week and a half I’ve already caught myself drawling the occasional word. I’m prepared for much and more ridicule when I get home. 

Now back to the running. After my two days off at the beach I got up early on the last day there to catch the sunrise and get a hard run in before we left. I hit the road and it was one of those days when everything came together. My head was in the game, my legs felt good, and I had the perfect running playlist for an early run. My route was flat and straight and I was ready to push it. I ended up with a personal best and I felt awesome the whole time. 

   
  

 
I was faster every km and that is the first time I’ve ever done that. I also didn’t walk at all for the first time. I stopped once to take a quick photo during km 2 and then once for about 30 seconds at km 2.1 to take this sunrise shot. 

  
The challenge will be recreating this run back in Whitehorse where is isn’t nearly so warm and so… sea level, lol.

The sun is out today and I’ve already done my scheduled walk. I have two more days here and that means two more SC runs. Then a travel day, one day off (although I’ll bet a run is on the menu) and then back to work and normal life. 

I’ve chosen my football team. The local team is the South Carolina Gamecocks and any team with such a hilarious name is the team for me. So I’ll be home in a few days with great memories, a little bit of a drawl, a nice tan, running success and my Gamecocks gear. 

Go Cocks!

  
~PP
P.S. Before we came here I put up a photo of Myrtle Beach that I found on the Internet. Cam took one that is almost identical but I think even better. Here they are. The top photo is the one I found and the bottom is Cam’s. 

  

Oh, the Places We’ll Go!

Vacation is on the horizon and I am so excited!

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The internet tells me this photo is of Myrtle Beach… I hope it’s not lying.

Later this week we are headed to sunny South Carolina to see our friends Prince BumKnee and Princess KarateNinja (better known as Andy and Heather). We will spend some time at their place and then on to Myrtle Beach! I’ve searched the archives and even though they are our BFFs we have no photos of the four of us together. None. That is mind bottling. So no photo of us all today, but that will change next week!

  • (mind bottling definition – when something is so mind boggling that you need an even more ridiculous term to describe it)

I am so looking forward to seeing our friends. They got out of the frozen hinterland of the Yukon a couple of years ago and moved somewhere that sensible people live. I haven’t been outside since we went to Disney almost exactly one year ago.

  • (outside definition – to Yukoners – anywhere that isn’t the Yukon)

My to do list includes:

  • Celebrate with the best of friends
  • Sit in the sun (oh, how I miss you already)
  • Shop for running clothes… lots of running clothes
  • Run! – Every damn day

James made me a vacation running plan and I’m going to do it all or die trying. Well, maybe that’s a little dramatic. But I want to eat food I love and drink booze (both in moderation of course 🙂 and have a real vacation, so I will run. Because now a real vacation includes running, for the rest of forever.

Last month this was the cover of Women’s Running.

womens running cover

When I saw it in the bookstore you could have knocked me over with a feather. Amazing! What a beautiful girl. Her name is Erica Schenk and she is a model and a runner. The story was about her and about finding athletic clothes that fit properly when you’re a pudgy princess. You can read it here. Yay Women’s Running!

So I did a little research and you can find a lot of it right near where I will be on vacation! My visa’s gonna get a little American workout along with my legs on this trip. Deep breaths Cameron…. everything is going to be alright.

Andy is going to take me to some running spots. I have specified that they must be snake free though. I want to see zero snakes while I am running. Or any other time. I have zero tolerance policy regarding snakes.


I found a muscle!

I was shaving my legs in the shower after the wood pile shenanigans and in the usual way of leg shaving I had one of them up on tippie toe (girls, I know you know what I mean). When I looked at it I actually thought “what the fuck is that dent in my calf?!?”

I looked closer.

I poked at it.

I looked even closer.

Oh. My. God.

“I HAVE A MUSCLE!!!!!”

I let out a little yip and did an excited leap. Then I landed in the soap and skated around for a few seconds narrowly avoiding shower disaster.

I told Cameron when he got home and he was super stoked for me. I made him look at it from about six different angles even though he confirmed he could see it too from angle one.

I told James the next day. It was the day after the wood pile incident and we were running at the wildlife preserve (the wood pile got me out of absolutely nothing. Also, there was no stopping to “look for moose”). I said “I found a muscle” and he said “yeah you did!!” All excited like.

No, I am not putting up a photo of my one muscle. When I have two perhaps I’ll reconsider.

I’ll post a couple blogs from South Carolina with some pictures of our trip and my runs. I’ll also be putting some photos up on Instagram. You can follow me or just check them out on the side over there. —>

I’m so excited for vacation but nervous about keeping up my very new good (goodish?) habits and not descending into full debauchery which is usual vacation mode.

How will it turn out? Will our pudgy princess stick to the plan and run her arse off whilst on vacation? Stay tuned to find out.

Spoiler alert.

I’m sticking to the plan.

~PP

Kirstin vs. the Wood Pile

This monster was delivered yesterday.

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The annual fall wood pile. Cameron stacks it by himself every year. After all, wood is a man’s job generally, right? 😉 So today I thought I’d surprise him by stacking it all for him while he was at work. It turned into more of a battle than I expected and there was definitely a winner and a loser.

I took the dogs for a walk at 11:30 and when I returned I put on my hiking boots and some work gloves and got in there. I crawled around the side to get into the shelter and started stacking. After about half an hour as the pile receded from the entrance I realized that a wheelbarrow would be beneficial. The problem was I couldn’t get it around the pile. I thought about trying to get it over the top but I have occasionally been called clumsy and if it can be broken, spilled, tripped over or fallen off of then I’m your huckleberry. So over the top was out. I kept stacking and made myself a nice wheelbarrow lane way. Score one for Kirstin! Suck it wood pile.

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With the wheelbarrow in play I was motoring, but to get from picture 1 to picture 2 took about 90 minutes. See that piece of wood standing up in the middle of the shelter? I stuck it there as a seat while I took 5 right before taking this picture. After taking it I got right back to work filling up the wheelbarrow. Then I backed it into the shelter forgetting about my seat. I backed directly into it, tripped, fell backwards ass over tea kettle and narrowly missed the wheelbarrow landing on me. Honestly.

My middle name is Lee. My father is wont to call me Kirstin Graceful-Lee. It’s really that bad.

Score one for the wood pile!

With the contenders being tied one a piece, our story continues…

The offending seat was kicked, sworn at vigorously and thrown out of the way. I rallied and carried on. Shortly after I must have found the keystone. I pulled a piece of wood out which caused about fifteen other pieces to cascade directly on to my shin. More swearing, some Peter Griffin injury breathing through clenched teeth and possibly a single tear. Two for the wood pile. 

Nothing else hilarious happened but the fall and the shin injury caught up to me after a while and I was cold, and sore, and grumpy. After three and a half hours of work I conceded defeat at 4:00 pm. There was no way I was getting it all done before Cameron came home. It was going to be such a great surprise too!

Three points and victory to the wood pile!

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did make a pretty big dent in it though. I also burned 1400 calories and walked 6 km back and forth ten steps at a time apparently. And even though I didn’t finish it Cameron was still very surprised and impressed. So all was not lost. And look at those pretty stacks.

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Things stacking wood is good for:
  • endurance
  • grip strength
  • calorie burn
  • impressing husbands
  • monotony
  • dust and dirt – in your eyes, nose, mouth, pockets, boots and (even if your jacket is zipped up to your chin) between your boobs.
  • sneezing
  • bruises
  • back pain
  • hilarious falls
  • swearing
  • having a nice pile of wood
Things stacking wood is not good for:
  • sanity
  • walking upright ever again

Thus ends our tale of Kirstin vs. the Wood Pile.


Earlier this week I had two very different workouts. The first one was a run on the millennium trail with James. We ran and chatted about my food and goals and such. There was no plan, just run as much as possible and walk for a little bit when needed. I ended up with a personal best pace, again! 9’01” per km over a 5 km distance. I felt great! Strong and fast.

The next day was the stairs. I was grumpy. I don’t know why, I just woke up that way. I didn’t sleep well which didn’t help. I didn’t want to do the stairs but I also didn’t want to waste my time going there and not working hard or waste James’ time coming there to help me. I couldn’t shake my bad attitude and grumps. I felt slow and weak especially compared to the run the day before when I felt so great. And it pissed me off that I couldn’t shake those feelings. So I felt angry at myself, and grumpy, and sweaty, and tired, and slow, and weak.

I was disappointed in myself, and I so hate to be disappointed. Whether it be in myself or something/someone else it’s one of my most hated feelings. It almost always brings tears, and it did yesterday too. James could tell something was bugging me and asked me what was up. I told him I felt weak and slow and it was so different from how great yesterday was. Then I tried to cry on the inside like a winner, but failed. He said there’d be days like this. He said I was there instead of on the couch even when I was grumpy. He said days like this are why people quit. He said a bunch of stuff that I obviously needed to hear because I kept going. I was angry, disappointed, sweaty, tired, and crying. But I was still running those fricking stairs. Luckily I was super sweaty so the tears just mixed right in…. unless you looked at my eyes, then it was pretty obvious. I said to myself that as long as I could still see I’d keep going no matter what bullshit was coming out of my eyes, and I did. I did stairs for a good 20 minutes in sob land.

Today I feel much better, aside from the Attack of the Wood Pile injuries. But my spirit is recovered and I’m excited to keep going once again. Those days before were quit days in my past. But I’m not that girl anymore. I can’t be. I’m so fucking sick of being a quitter and I won’t do it anymore.

I’m starting to believe that I’m really going to do it this time. Every other time I’ve tried to lose weight I’ve done it quietly, mostly by myself and without telling many people. It’s safe that way you see? You can fail quietly too. Nobody knows. This time I’m doing it loud, out here for the world to see. If I fail, I will fail loud too. That’s scary. But doing it loud has another unanticipated advantage which is better. The support I’ve gotten from old friends, new friends, acquaintances, people reading this around the world, and my family has been amazing. I didn’t realize how much that would mean and how motivating it would be. Thank you all.

~PP

Here’s a funny picture of Switch and Chinook… just ’cause it’s cute.

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The Question on Everyone’s Mind

Can I walk today? YES! I can!

I’m am sore but it’s a good, normal after workout sore. Not a – you may never walk again – sore. Win!

I don’t have much else to say today so I have decided to wax lyrical about the joys of Body Glide. If you haven’t heard of it, this miracle product prevents the horrors of chafing while running or doing any exercise really. I had read about it in the six running magazines I bought this month but I kind of thought that it was something for the hardcore runners that go long and ultra long distances. However when I was at the local sports store I saw it there and thought about my pudgy thighs and their… lets say, issues. 

Various chafing injuries have sidelined me from exercise for a few days more than once in my life and more than once in the past six weeks since I hopped on this crazy train. So when I saw that little pink stick of what might possibly be heaven I snapped it up.

Body Glide Her

The first time I used it was on the inaugural Black Street Stairs day, the very same day I bought it. Not half an hour after my purchase in fact. I was chatting to my friend Gillian in the parking lot getting ready to head up when I remembered it there and decided to try it out. I asked her to excuse me while I body glided… she knew exactly what I meant being familiar with its amazingness, but informed me with a chuckle that she usually did that at home before she left as I had my arm down my pants body gliding my thighs. I laughed and told her that I just bought it and I did plan to glide in private generally, haha.

Oh. My. Gawd. It is heaven! I CAN’T believe I’ve made it to 33 years of age without hearing of this product. The target market may be uber runners but EVERY SINGLE Pudgy Princess should buy this! Buy a years supply, buy shares in the company, put it in your doomsday shelters, pack it in every purse you own, get one for your glove box and your locker at work! I would spray tan this shit on if I could. No more chafing and rubbing and awkward – I’ve just been on a horse – walking at the end of a workout (and for the next two to three days). I feel like I haven’t lived before this.

So Body Glide, thank you for being amazing… and you should advertise specifically to the Pudgy Princesses out there… If you do, I sure haven’t seen it. I would have bought it years ago if I had. I’m fairly certain every big girl (and boy) who starts exercising would buy it. You’re really missing out.

~PP

Return to the Stairs

stairs from top

The view from the top. Today I headed back to the Black Street Stairs for another torture session. Our crew today consisted of Princess Earhandles (regretting her name a bit now but it’s not too late to change it!), Prince Handlebar, Princess CindyLouWho (a new and awesome addition), and James: Satan’s Minion.

We started with chin-ups again and I swear it felt like I was able to let myself down slightly more slowly than last time, at least for the first two or three. While we were trudging up to the stairs James said he had read my blog. I blurted out “I’m sorry I called you Satan’s minion!” He laughed and said it was ok and I began to think this could be the beginning of a beautiful Trainer / Pudgy Princess relationship.

I boldly declared that I’d like to be able to walk after this week’s session. James said that we would be doing more of a sustained effort workout as opposed to last weeks hell sprints; hell being my added adjective and not his original quote. We were to walk up and down the stairs as many times as possible within thirty minutes, as slowly as necessary in order to keep going.

I started up the stairs and made it to the top on round one without venturing too close to death, though much more slowly than my compatriots. That was ok though. It won’t be ok forever, but it was ok today. I stopped at the top to breathe, but that was not the plan! James (on at least his second round but possibly his fifth, there’s no way to know) said “keep going! The way down is your rest.” I laughed and told him it was really cute that he thought that was a rest.

I slogged through three more rounds with much encouragement from my friends and much heckling of them from me. I swear I passed James while I was on the way up and he was on the way down every time and then about twelve seconds later he scared the shit out of me with encouragement from behind.

Various quotes from my friends:

  • “You’re doing so awesome, keep going!”
  • “You’re awesome”
  • “You can do it!”
  • “You rock!”
  • “Your legs aren’t shaking as much as last time” – true.

Quotes(ish) from James:

  • “the way down is your rest”
  • “It gets really bad, and then just stays the same amount of bad.”

I said I’d have to go ahead and disagree, it kept getting more bad.

Various quotes from me:

  • at the top with fist in the air – “I feel like Rocky!”
  • to Alison half way up on round four “I’m – gasp – just – gasp – having – gasp – a bit of a  – gasp – hard time – gasp – breathing!”
  • “No whinging!” – I had cornered the market on whinging.
  • “Pass me, save yourself!”

So all in all, a great workout.

Two days ago I started feeling normal after the last stair session. I had about six days of zombie walking, then three days of feeling like general crap with runny nose and runny…. other things, and then got back to running with my legs.

Yesterday Prince Fuzz joined me for a run at the Wildlife Preserve. He’s much much faster than me but we had a great time even so. He ran ahead when he wanted to and then came back for me. We stopped and took a picture of us at the top of Mount Doom but it didn’t turn out very well on my ancient iPhone. I did get a couple of good animal shots though.

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Eagles being rehabilitated.

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Deer and nice fall colours.

After the deer we did some short sprints for the last km of the 5k run (run/walk for me) and talked about how sprinting makes me feel like a kid running around and having fun. We picked a tree on the trail and sprinted to it then walked for a bit. It was super fun but one time I picked a tree that was way too far for me to sprint to. I narrowly avoided collapse but still had a great time.

Now five hours after hell stairs I am feeling great. As in – I think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow! –  great.

After I publish this post I’m planning on updating my “About Me” page with some nerd-fessions about stuff I love and more info about me. Check that out later tonight or tomorrow when you have a minute.

I love that my friends and strangers from around the world are reading my ramblings. I’ve had so much advice from friends after reading this and I love it! It means that you are reading and caring and that means a lot to me!

Various advice and comments (loosely quoted from memory) I’ve received in the last couple weeks from my friends include:

  • I can help you with outdoor running plans and tips once it snows and is really cold – T (marathoner and very inspirational to me weight loser through running and clean eating)
  • I can help you with treadmill plans for the winter, I hate running in the cold. – G (ultra-marathoner and another inspirational gal)
  • I think you might be having too many hot tubs, it might be making your inflammation worse and you should try ice. – B (almost definitely true but I do love my hot tub and hate cold) Also, you said you’d come to work outs with us if you could wear purple tights… you know who you are… get out here!
  • So you decided not to swear too much in you blog, hey? – R. My friend who read the whole blog beginning to end while sitting at work with me the other day. I replied that I had started out trying not to swear much but my resolve was eroding as I went along… He also let out many chuckles while reading it which made me feel pretty good.
  • Reading you blog is just like hanging out with you except I’m either not at work with you or I don’t have a drink in my hand. – E (aka The Suit) Apparently I write how I speak – awesome!
  • Your blog is pretty funny, I like it. – D
  • You’ve inspired me to get out there /  back into shape / back to running / etc. – three awesome girl friends. This is the best one! 

I can’t believe that I’m inspiring people. It an amazing and humbling feeling that I’m an inspiration to anyone. I have so FAR to go and I didn’t believe that I’d be capable of inspiring anyone until maybe I hit or was pretty close to my goal. So thank you to all of you who’ve messaged, texted or told me that I’m inspiring you, this in turn inspires and pushes me to keep going.

James said today that who you surround yourself with is critical to your motivation and success (or something like that)… and the people surrounding me right now are amazing. Today I thought my fourth time up the stairs in thirty minutes would be my last. I was already feeling the relief of the finish 3/4 of the way to the bottom with four minutes left. When I was almost at the bottom of run four James pushed me to go one more time. I didn’t think I could do it. My legs were jello; wobbling violently by this time. Then Alison said she’d do it with me. She must have been on time eight, or ten, or thirty but she said she’d do the last one with me. I slogged up one step at a time and she ran past me and then turned around each flight and came back to me with words of encouragement and offers to let me throw things at her if necessary. I think without her doing that last run with me I may (would) have sat down and cried. I’m SO lucky to be able to surround myself with amazing people.

Thank you, thank you, thank you! I could not have better friends to help me with this. I thought I could do it alone at the beginning but I was SO wrong. I need my people, my amazing Disney Crew and everyone else who joins me for any part of this journey, thank you!

I’m so looking forward to crossing that finish line in February 2017 with you guys. Whether you’re there with me or cheering from the Yukon while I run along, you all mean something to me and are a part of my story.

I’m not alone and that is awesome!

~PP

The Black Street Stairs

Engineered by Satan himself, these stairs take you from downtown Whitehorse up the hill to the airport fence… and also to hell.

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Last spring my crew at work began doing weekly workouts together. My friend / coworker / generally awesome person Alison (princess earhandles… I’m sick of blog nicknames) organized them and they turned out to be pretty fun. She has put together another set of workouts this fall and today was the first one. This time we have a Drill Sargent who obviously helped Satan build these stairs.

I’ve often heard of the Black Street Stairs but I have never been there before. We met there today at 1:30 for our torture session. I was so nervous about going that I actually had full stress sweats before I left the house. I also had a GI reaction that you don’t really want to hear about, but I definitely told Alison the full details. Still, I went.

There were four of us from work as well as Drill Sargent James and his evil minion. I call them evil but in reality they were super encouraging dudes who ran with me and pushed me and made me feel pretty good.

We started out just above the parking lot where there are a couple of chin up bars. James said we were going to do a few chin ups. I laughed. He was serious. I said no, it’s possible I welled up a bit (partially hidden behind sunglasses). I didn’t want to be embarrassed because I know I cannot do a chin up. I can barely even hang on to a bar with arms extended and not fall off. He told me to just jump up as high as I can while holding the bar and let myself down as slowly as possible. My fit friends went first and managed some good chin ups. I walked up and grabbed the bar, jumped, and let myself down… like a fucking rock! I can’t even hang on and let myself down slow. Humiliation! I’m welling up a bit thinking about the shame. But I shouldn’t, because I was there with good friends who don’t give a shit about that. They were happy I was there with them doing something good for myself, not judging me for the terrible shape I’m in. Do I have reason to be ashamed? Yes, I think I do. But if I let that hold me back I’ll just stay where I am… or get even bigger and weaker. I’m sure I will have many moments like this during my journey but pushing through them will make me stronger physically and mentally, so I need to do it. So I cried on the inside like a winner while I did three more “chin ups”.

The first stair event was climbing all the way up at a walk. I started out pretty well but fell back after a few flights of stairs. I looked up and saw my friends climbing at what appeared to be a very slow pace, and I still couldn’t keep up. But I plugged along and made it to the top without taking a break, something that would not have been possible for me a month ago.  When we got to the bottom the torture really began. We were supposed to run as hard as we could up the stairs until we couldn’t go anymore and then stop and come back down. I made 5 flights the first run. As you can see from the photo that’s not even half way up. But I was done. I got back down and my legs were literally shaking. I recovered while the others did a couple runs and went again. The boys told me to go for 3 flights for sure and push for 4. I did it. Next time go for 2 push for 3. One of the boys ran behind me encouraging me on the way. I made it up 3 and then threw my arm up and said “one more!” Cheering erupted from below, I was exhausted but my friends and Satan’s minions made me feel great.

On my last run James came with me. I was running as hard as I could, he was walking beside me taking the stairs two at a time. I stammered out “you’re… walking… I’m… going… as… fast… as… I… can…” He told me he does this all the time and that I was doing great. I made it up 4 flights at a “run” and then went for one more at a walk. When I got to the bottom my legs were trembling so hard I could barely stand. I did keep standing though and we talked about our goals. James said my half marathon goal was cool and that he’d like to work with me on my running goals. He asked if I like being pushed this hard. I said yes… but I can’t do it for myself. I really meant no, go fuck yourself. No, that’s not true. I did like being pushed that hard, I feel great now. And I really can’t do it for myself, not yet. So I actually am looking forward to our weekly crew workouts with him, even though he’s evil… like the fru-its of the devil (10 points for anyone who gets that movie reference).

I stretched, drove home, and had an hour long hot tub. I am now hobbling around the house, probably stuck on the main floor forever. I may have to crawl up to bed. My legs were still shaking two hours later when Cameron got home. He laughed pretty hard at that… but I didn’t see him at the stairs. Possibly because he was chopping wood, installing a new stair railing and replacing every light bulb in the house but that’s no excuse.

I have a trail run scheduled tomorrow. Before the hell session began today I went and bought a sweet pair of trail running shoes which I realized I “needed” after my run at the wildlife preserve. If I am capable of walking when I wake up in the morning then it will happen. Cam and dem puppies will be coming with me to the research forest for the 5k loop.

I’ll update tomorrow with a pic of my sweet trail shoes and further tales of my misery.

~PP

Thank you Alison for arranging this and to you, Gillian and Ann-Marie for cheering and encouraging me. I appreciate it more than I can tell you. I cried on the outside when I got home thinking about how hard that was for me and how awesome you guys were… thank you!

I Signed Up For My First Run!

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Today a friend invited me on Facebook to the Terry Fox Run. I looked at my calendar secretly hoping that I was working that day. It’s in between my days and nights, so I have the whole day off. SHIT!

So I signed up. This is actually a great first event for me. It’s not really a race but a running fundraiser for the Terry Fox Foundation. For my American friends Terry Fox was a young man who had cancer and lost his leg to it. In 1980 he started a run across Canada to raise money for cancer research. This run was called the Marathon of Hope. He started on the east coast and headed west running about 42 km (26 miles) a day with a prosthetic leg. After running 5373 km (3339 miles) in 143 days Terry Fox had to stop running because the cancer returned, this time in his lungs. He died in 1981 at 22 years old. The Terry Fox Run has raised over $650 million dollars since then, and that’s a pretty stellar legacy to leave.*

Terry Fox was from Port Coquitlam, BC which is just a few kilometers from where I grew up. I remember participating in the Terry Fox run every year in elementary school and junior high.

I think this is an amazing way to start off my running life because it is not really a race but a collaborative effort to support a great cause. It is non competitive and is on the same route that I ran yesterday so I know I can do it, and it doesn’t matter how long it takes me.

If you would consider supporting me for $1 to the Terry Fox Foundation I’ll reach my goal of $100 raised no problem. If everyone gives $2 I can double it. I really hate asking for money but I decided that just like running in public, I’m gonna suck it up and support this great cause and do something great for myself at the same time.

You can find my fundraising page here: Support the Pudgy Princess!

Alternately you can flip me a loonie the next time you see me and I’ll enter you on my fundraising page.

And my Whitehorse friends… I challenge you to run with me! I’m SO slow so even if you do zero training and walk fast I’m sure we can do it together.

Thanks for the invite Gillian!

~PP

*Info on Terry Fox from the Terry Fox Foundation Website

Triumph and Tragedy

Triumph!

I ran 5.74k today! It was really a bit more but as you can see from my run map I forgot to turn on my gps for the first bit.

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It was week 4 day 1 of C25K and I had two 3 minute run segments and two 5 minute ones. Last week the max was 3 minutes so I was a little nervous for the fivers. I was running with Princess Sweatsalot today so it was my first run with someone other than Svelte and my first run in public. In my rural neighbourhood I get passed by one car, maybe, and I never see other runners or walkers. Mostly we just get attacked by neighbour dogs and they don’t care about my wobbly bits.

As I was walking to meet Sweatsalot my legs were actually shaking a bit because I was nervous about the running in public thing… but I’m generally a pretty confident person and don’t care much what other people think of me. No that’s not true. I totally care. Mostly about what people I know and like think of me though, strangers I’m more indifferent to. I told myself to get over it and Sweatsalot told me to also (she put it a bit more diplomatically I think) and I did, mostly. We set off on the adventure.

Sweatsalot is definitely faster than me, but every time she wanted to speed up she ran ahead and then loyally ran back to me and kept pace for a while with words of encouragement that I sorely needed. I don’t think I would have kept going on the fivers without her there. At one point she looked back from two steps in front of me directly at my feet which were barely lifting on the trail and told me to pick them up! I called her a sneaky foot looker, but I did it.

When the C25K app told me I was done we were half way around the loop trail. So I walked for five minutes and then set it on the last run for week 3 and kept going with 90 second and 3 minute run intervals until we were about 500m from the start. Triumph! I owe this one to Sweats and now that she’s pushed me through the first run I’ll make it for the other two runs this week because I know I can do it. The other contributing factor which was important, although not as much as my Sweaty hero was the song Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go. This was somehow on my running playlist and came on right after the sneaky foot looker incident. How can you not run or dance to that song? So good. Add it to your list, seriously. I’ve chair danced to it once and full on danced to it twice already while blogging. It’s really slowing the writing down.

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Tragedy

Although a minor tragedy in the general scope of tragedies, it is nonetheless hilarious.

It started when I arrived at home after the triumph and stepped out of the car. I had definitely forgotten to stretch out after the run. This was evident when I tried to step out of the car and everything went creeeeeeaak. I hobbled into the house and since I was still warm half an hour later I stretched it out using the stair railing as a convenient support. I had one more stretch that I needed to sit down for so I got down on the ground and dem puppies attacked! Apparently I am delicious after a run. I wrestled with their hugs and kisses for a bit and then finished my stretch and tried to get up. I could not. I was stuck on the ground forever. I took a few minutes to gather all the strength I possess and managed to arise.

Is this the tragedy you ask? Oh no… worse was to come.

I made myself a delicious and healthy chicken wrap for dinner and it was thoroughly enjoyable. Then I headed out to clean up the garbage that a nighttime visitor had decided to scatter around the shed. The door had been left open (not by me for once) and someone found it to be a tasty snack. So I started the disgusting job of picking it all up and made my way to the bag it had come from. This bag was particularly ripe and unpleasant. You need to understand that I have a very strong gag reflex. If someone just makes a gag noise or horks up some phlegm it’s gag city for me. So as I started to try and get the offending bag into a new one I got a big whiff of the garbage stink and gag happened. And then another one, and another. I ran away and thought about puppies chasing butterflies and pristine waterfalls to get myself together. When I was ready I tried again. Gag. Puppies and butterflies, another try. Gag… gag… gag.. VOMIT! I threw up my entire delicious wrap. And all the water I drank, and possibly yesterdays breakfast. It was terrible!!!  I hate throwing up. It’s the worst.

I had to text Svelte to tell him about this and he thought it was hilarious. His only reply was that he was really sad he wasn’t here to see it. Typical. He’s tried to get me to puke more than once by making gagging sounds and has almost succeeded before taking pity on me and stopping. I asked him if he wanted a photo to prove it had happened. He said… “no?… I don’t know?… I’m torn.” So I sent him a long distance photo which clearly shows a puke puddle but not close enough to be 100% disgusting. 50% was good enough. I guess our nighttime visitor will come back to another tasty snack tonight (that was an example of 100% disgusting).

I dragged my tired body into the hot tub and settled down with a drink and Canadian Running magazine. I opened it up and the cardboard subscription card promptly fell into the water. I turned off the jets and looked for it in vain. It was gone into the filter. So I opened up the filter and stuck my hand in it to get it out. It wasn’t there. I tried to retrieve my hand as I’m fond of it, but I couldn’t. It was stuck! In the hot tub filter! And I had gotten out of the hot tub to look for it so I was standing in the cold wind, soaking wet with my hand stuck in the hot tub filter. I’m sure this kind of thing only happens to me. I panicked for a minute but once I calmed down a bit I was able to work it out of the filter. I had noticed while stuck in there that the bromine tablet had dissolved. So I grabbed the bottle of bromine and tried to drop a tablet into the cap of the bottle. Unfortunately I had grabbed the shock instead of the bromine which is granules and not tablets. I poured shock granules all over my hand, and the bench and the deck. Switch swooped in to give it a lick and instead got a smack and a NO! I walked into the house soaking wet and dripping to wash my hands and get a bowl of water to wash it away. While doing this I noticed the cardboard subscription card on the bottom of the hot tub. Seriously? After I had successfully deposited bromine into the tub I got back in and settled down to relax… for 5 minutes until the sky opened up and poured rain on me and my magazine. Sigh.

So the morals of this story are:

  1. Your friends are awesome, run with them.
  2. Stretch after you run.
  3. If the garbage gets scattered leave it for your husband to deal with.
  4. Do not stick your hand in the hot tub filter.
  5. Make sure you have the right bottle before you go pouring it everywhere.
  6. Listen to Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go.

Do do do, Jitterbug!

~PP