Saturday, July 30, 2016


I ran yesterday thanks to a bit of a break in the weather and in the night.  I had the kid/stroller and the dog, it was warm (about 26 C, pretty much like every morning nowadays, but less humid), and there was no joy in it.

However, this is perhaps granting me a valuable perspective of some sort, I guess.

Meanwhile, we are halfway through the worst of summer!  Just chipping along, day by day.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016


So it's been kind of a trip?
There's this thing called sleep regression and this other thing called separation anxiety...
Plus it's summer here, which is not "oh, yay, summer, fun!" even for people who like summer.

But I actually ran again this morning.  Easy short jog with the dog.  And then I walked, carrying my 23 pound child, about 2.5 miles.  We got back in shortly after 10 am and 30 C.  We're not going back out until the dog asks to.

My goal this summer is to at least do more than I did last year when I was pregnant!  And to not whine about the weather again until August. The highs will be around 37-38 for the next several weeks at least, but this is the price to pay for 6-8 months of beautiful weather.

Saturday, April 30, 2016


.... sleep has been an issue.
But I think I'm almost out of the deepest part of the hole finally.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016


I jogged about a mile today.

It's been a bit rough these past couple of weeks.  Apparently, babies sometimes experience sleep regression--basically, the kid who has been sleeping 6-7 hours straight at night went back to 3-4.   This combined with insomnia left me with not much sleep at all.

Insomnia aside, the sleep regression usually happens during a major developmental leap, so it's actually pretty cool.  The kid is now rolling all over the floor.

In other news, I caught the end of the Boston Marathon yesterday, which was neat...but it seems that there isn't anyone in the region who can speak both English and Amharic (or Oromo?) fluently.  Or maybe the winners were really saying "Look, I'm kinda really tired and I just want to get back to the hotel and room service, so if you pretend to not speak English, they'll stop asking me questions and let me go."


Monday, April 4, 2016


8.8 miles yesterday, but walking.  Some streets were closed down for cycling.  They do this twice a year.

Big deal, right?  At home, they do it every Sunday for about half the year.

However, that's not a festival.  It's super and awesome, but it's not much more than a bunch of people going from A to B as quickly as possible--which is cool, especially weekly, don't get me wrong!

Here, was definitely a festival.  Everyone was out.  The guy with the super tall bike that defied mounting, check.  The family with custom-built heaping twisty chrome bikes, check. The steampunk people with their Victorian bigwheels, check. The guy (or girl) pedaling a doghouse with a real dog sitting in front, check.  The quasi-motorcycle gang with the black leather and raised handlebars--but on bikes and with spiked helmets--check.  The zillion dogs, check.  The fixie popping wheelies, check.  The couple on skateboards, check, check, check.  The guy on some sort of motorized unicycle--and not a hoverboard--check, and check. Tricycles, for all ages, check.  Walkers, runners, strollers, check.

It kind of looked like a large charity 5K or something, but with bikes and Mad Max, and so many dogs.

Oh, yeah, and music.   There were some stages set up along the way, but a lot of it was from phones and boomboxes.  Here, it's not unacceptable to carry, and blast somewhat, your own tunes while cycling or running.  At home it's more like, shhhh, nature/neighbours/cross looks, but this is a larger, noisier city and there's music out year-round, so bringing your own vibe along with you doesn't raise eyebrows (except mine, the first few times).  So, yes, instead of a bunch of headphones, it was more noise.  I wouldn't have appreciated it as much had it been one person stuck near me for miles, with pop-country, but most of it was either electronic or funk, either which I can happily live with.

Plus, THE FOOD.  I actually just had ice coffee, mango lemonade, raspberry lemonade, and strawberry lemonade, during this walk, but there were a bunch of stands, plus the route went past restaurants.  Even the dog got some snacks along the way.

It was a fun afternoon.  I've been grappling with the probability that I won't be returning to Ottawa anytime soon, and that has made me sad, especially since my last trip was in the fall, which is already laced with nostalgia, and so much of it...but there was a moment yesterday, when I was in the sun idling gazing at someone who had dressed to match their bike (both a pale aquamarine), and there was a bunch of other colours, and noise, and people, and I thought, wow, I could stay here.

Yes, there are fleeting moments like this in many expat experiences; however, sad to say, most of the places I've moved to in the States have been more like, fuck, no.  And then I start digging up the fun stuff to do, the fun places to go, and the good food...and by the end, usually, I've been sort of sad to leave (except for southern Virginia, that was like, fuck, yeah).  This place, though, had my number from the get go.  I might eventually not be so sad to leave, who knows, but it has set a deeper hook.

Anyway, today, I just ran 2.5 miles.  Time to start going longer.  I really miss the zone.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

still running, still trucking

I've ditched the couch to 5K program; it was useful until a couple of weeks ago or so.  If I recall correctly, the workout went from 3 X 5 min to a mix of interval lengths in order to accommodate both slightly longer intervals and longer overall running time (6-6-4?)   Whatever.  My watch won't program that.  I just ran 2 X 8 min, and then 2 X 9 min, and then got tired of reprogramming altogether and kept running.  Now I'm up to about 2.5 miles, super slow and with whatever breaks the dog needs, and I'm still too heavy and can't get into the zone, but I'm getting there.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

quick update

Plugging along, 3-4 baby runs per week...making it work on 4-5 hours of really good sleep per night. 

I'm still doing intervals, still following the couch-to-5K program, but last Tuesday or Wednesday, I got jaded and simply kept jogging.  10 minutes or so.  And then abdominal oddness (I guess I'm still healing) reminded me of the wisdom of intervals.