It has been a long time, old friend

I completed my half marathon last year. I was faster than the year before but far more complainy (new word) and having trouble breathing because of a cold.

Luckily, I had my sister-in-law’s company and urging. It both was hard to breathe while running and hurt when I tried to walk to catch my breath. I was not a class act by any means.

But I have moved on to something else in my fitness journey. I think because I have fitness ADD.

I LIFT HEAVY THINGS. That was not intended to be all caps.

Stronglifts 5×5 has been good to me. I never have to leave my house when the weather hates me, it doesn’t take hours to get in what I need for my workout, and I can make my pecs dance (though they have less rhythm than I usually do.)

This blog will serve again as my accountability on this journey to…. (Insert idea here.)


I was getting fairly regular with the running thing. I was aching to pound the pavement and enjoy the fresh air.

This week is the test.

Back to work full-time and still keeping the part-time employment as well. Also, the weather is unbearably hot and humid. Yuck!

This is my note to myself. 


I will run tonight.

Or die trying 😉

Things that happen when you don’t plan your route

I went for a longer run on Thursday last week. I decided to not plan out how far I was going and just try to go run. I wanted to run for a longer distance so I meandered around and explored great new places in my neighbourhood.

I ended up running almost 7 km which was a good start to my longer runs.

Empowered by this run, I decided to try a similar approach for the next day.

I knew I wanted to run approximately 3 km and end up at the grocery store to pick up some lunch items.

I started out on a regular path but knew I needed to add almost a km to get the 3 in before the store.

So I deviated from my path.

Due to construction and winding streets I had some unexpected training come into play:

Frigging hill training—-
Dodging construction equipment training
Running on uneven surfaces training
Running way further than I meant to training
Running uphill with two plastic bags of groceries training

I ended up with 6.5 km of running. Which was dumb after my run the previous day.

Back in the saddle

So what has happened since November 2013?

Not much. Not much at least when we talk about structured workouts.

Things that have happened:

Full-time teaching job began near the end of November. And then my part time barista job began at the beginning of December.

As you can imagine, two jobs plus a family kept me hopping and going from place to place with little time for anything else.

Then, early this year, I was hit with a terrible block of illness.

So those are my excuses. Excuses are my friends, they are always there for me and helping me to not totally judge myself. Excuses will always make time for me. I love you excuses!

Anyhow, that was a bit off topic.

This summer started with vacation!

I was off to the cabin for my running season to really begin.

And then the monsoon season began.


Water came down and came down and never quit coming down.

And even when it did, it left some changes in the landscape and waterscape.

But I got out for a few runs. Some were even accompanied by my daughter on her bike.


So I think I am back into the swing of things. And with two longer runs in the past couple days, I am feeling much better about September and rocking this half marathon again.

How carbs rule my life

I can’t pass up a good deal if it involves either self-humiliation or carbs.

You want me to dance like a robot in Safeway? Done.

Sourdough loaves on for $1.39? I’ll take 4, minimum. Free bread at the Keg? Seconds please, I will pass on dessert!

But this week marks the largest quantity of carbohydrates purchased at once coupled with the best price. Somehow I have found my way into buying potatoes wholesale.

My love affair with potatoes began at a young age. They were consistently one of the few foods that my weird food hang-up texture difficulties could navigate with ease. Squishy, squirty cooked veggies… Blech!

When I left home I even became quite the cook of potatoes. I aim to find even more delicious ways to prepare them. Mashed, wedges, baked, fried, accordioned, BBQed…. They bring me comfort.

As someone with Norwegian heritage, lefse was a great one to learn from my grandmother.

So wholesale potatoes… Well they come in large portions.

Somehow on Thursday afternoon I came to be in possession of 50 pounds of potatoes for the low price of 10 dollars.

I have to make a dent in these… This is ridiculous even for me.

Friday, brought oven wedges. Saturday, I made lefse and pawned off some raw potatoes and lefse to a friend who helped me make not only the lefse but also another Norwegian, carb-loving dish, flatbread.


I plan to spread more of my love of these tubers…. Like a potato fairy of lore. Because look at what I still have left…


Once again

So it looks like my sister-in-laws and I will be doing the half marathon again next year. My running has been non-existent since the race. Also, my big toenails are blue so I anticipate them falling off sometime soon. I blame it on my lack of wicking socks. Potential Christmas gift idea?

I hope to resume training soon with some swimming but in the meantime November is squat month again. It involves some ridiculous whining on my part, along with some cajoling by my husband.

How my May is looking. (Week 15)

The only thing I have going for me right now that I no longer am in an office job. So I am standing most of the day. This job also makes me less punchy and kicky towards others. But my sarcasm skills are being finely honed to perfection. I think that counts as exercise.

I also totally worked out my arms rolling out flatbread and lefse today. I am a veritable health guru. Seriously, I can answer your health questions. *

*answers may or may not be complete fabrications

Attempt #746658 (Week 34)

I don’t know why the ‘yay I did it’ post is the toughest to write. Maybe because the mocking of myself comes more naturally than the praise. That and it is way more fun to write about the mishaps, the failures, and my complete lack of experience in running.


But now I have completed a half marathon. And didn’t seriously injure myself. And I felt pretty good about that. IT IS LIKE,UP IS DOWN AND LEFT IS RIGHT! THE WORLD DOESN’T MAKE SENSE ANYMORE!

So I would like to lay blame on those whose encouragement broke my brain:

  • For my 3 amazing sister-in-laws, whose tenacity was without relent and who provided me with rides, lodging, and running partners (special note for Cassidy who first had the crazy idea)
  • For the random other runners/walkers that participated… How awesome to spend time watching others in the same state of body punishment as me (I am aware that makes me sound like a horrible person)
  • For my fans… Those who knew my name on the sidelines and for those who didn’t but were equipped with high fives, ‘Go Random Stranger Go’ signs, jelly beans, volunteers with Gatorade and water, and everyone else
  • For my family, providing me a wonderful plant, proud words, a place to debrief and boast, and a lunch to dine on to recover
  • For all those who told me they were thinking about me as I ran
  • For the random house with the sign that there was beer ahead… And there was… Even though I couldn’t partake 10 km in… The laughter was worth it
  • For my brain, who somehow enjoyed it and made me smile and dance
  • For my family, who is supportive in every harebrained scheme
  • For thoughts of a loved one, as I ran by the cemetery where she was laid
  • For the volunteer who told us it was the last hill til the finish line
  • Seriously, I am in awe of the entire situation.

    You are all awesome.


    Packing up (Week 33)

    Today marks a day and a weekend of changes.

    I had my last day of full time, permanent employment. I am now in the world of scrambling, casual, unpredictable employment. This makes me nervous and messes with my brain.

    I made the choice a month ago that if I was ever going pursue my dream, it should be now.

    Most of my dreams involve fanciful hilarity and sarcasm; this one is different.

    I earned my B.Ed in 2010. I want to teach.

    So I shot-putted my future and my family’s future. NO PRESSURE. And I hope to find a position in a school or at least enough substitute teaching to keep us with a roof and ramen.

    So this weekend, along with being a major milestone in stupidity athleticism, is also a transition and a leap of faith.

    So today I packed up my office and I packed my bag for the airport tomorrow.

    Are either of these the right move? It is too soon to tell.

    Life is changing.

    Where have you been all my life? (Week 33)

    I have been alive; I have had both successes and failures, probably more of the latter than the former.


    • Fairly active this entire summer.
    • Running with a small child learning to ride a bike. Seriously though, I think my child will never be able to ride and it will be all MY fault. I am terrible at this.
    • Running without above small child.
    • Running over HILLS WITHOUT injuring myself. (proof below)
    • Eating better. This was not part of the plan but I am pretty happy about it.


    • Keeping up a schedule of running and a plan (also have never kept up a flan either).
    • Running at a quicker pace. I AM SO SLOW.
    • Injuring my knee while crossing my legs during a job interview. It doesn’t hurt much to stand or run but sitting, kneeling, or lying down are all incredibly painful. So sleeping is terrible.
    • Writing about this journey. Life has been busy and work has been busy and decision making is hard.
    • Leaning on others for support. Because I am a stubborn fool.

    But this weekend will be the end of my running journey (permanently?).

    21.1 km through Regina.

    Gasping and crying and wanting to stop.

    Chugging copious amounts of liquid for a thirst that cannot be quenched.

    With a group of four of us sister-in-laws who are all in dire need of more training, more time, and the strength to make it through.

    We will do it though.

    And then we will get our sweaty, stinky, exhausted bodies together and hold each other up and take a picture of this journey.


    Happy Birthday Husband


    I cannot friggin’ believe you are 34.

    We met when you were 20 and I was 19. We were both independent, pig-headed, ‘always-right’, and direction-less.

    We still are (in some ways).

    Things that have happened on your birthday have ranged from the mundane to the extraordinary (and the extraordinarily stupid).

    I will save you from the sordid details of birthdays past. To Quinn: you are welcome. To all others: I am sorry you will not get to shake your head, cry, and laugh at my husband’s expense; it is one of the perks of being together for so many birthdays.

    I have been thinking often lately about our relationship. I tend to do this when our life goes through momentous changes or tragedies (so I think a LOT).

    So I give you “Things I Love About my Husband”

    Actually I wasn’t sure on how to start something like this and I find it tough to be smooshy and gushy and lovey and serious. So I went in search of ideas on how I wanted to format it. Maybe a list or a letter or I could try and incorporate action movie quotes? Maybe I could correct and alter a really mushy, cheesy love song?

    I changed my mind; I decided that this is more of a list of

    “Things my Husband Should Never Stop Doing”

    and should not be confused with “A List of Things my Wife will Never get Frustrated About and/or Complain About”

    Don’t stop hoping and dreaming. I don’t ever want to hear you say, “I can’t do that because <insert some lame reason here>” Unless the lame reason is me and I told you not to do that ever.

    When I met you, I met someone who left school in grade 9. Most people would stop dreaming university dreams but not you.

    Don’t stop having lame jokes. They sometimes make me grimace but it may be part of your charm.

    When I met you, I thought you were funny. I didn’t know you were ripping off jokes from the Comedy Channel.

    Don’t stop spewing far too much info about Crossfit/religion/politics/whatever-else-you-get-hooked-on.

    When I met you, I wasn’t interested in any of those things. Your passion makes me have passion and I like that.

    Don’t stop believin’; hold onto that feelin’. Now what are the rest of the lyrics to the song, Quinn?

    When I met you, you knew all the wrong words to many songs and sang them loudly. That hasn’t changed. Continue that… because that is funny shit.

    Don’t stop watching super hero cartoons with your daughter. She loves them

    When I met you, you were a comic book nerd/badass. It’s good for your personality so keep it up.

    Don’t stop. I want to push you to do/be everything.

    When I met you, my aspirations were small and simple. You have pushed me through my BEd degree, exercise programs, mothering, and working. I simply cannot do things as well without you. Most of them I would not have even attempted.