Hanging out at the winter carnival in -31C, cheering on the local hockey team sitting next to our Mayor, watching 40cm of snow fall so quickly the roads were closed, watching time practically stand still on the indoor trainer, catching up with my family, and un-rationed maple syrup. It’s always good to be home. #winterrunning #indoortraining #Ontario #Canada #indoorcycling #lanarkcounty #31C #westportrideaus #sunrise #sunset #westportartscouncil #RideauLake #Westport #winterc
In the backyard most swim. I can swim off my lawn. How flippin’ cool is that? The backyard of our family home is on the banks of Upper Rideau Lake. It’s the first time I’ve been home during summer as a triathlete so it was the first time I wasn’t looking off the back porch at the beautiful view just to admire the scenery. Now my backyard offered a whole new training playground. The water is warm this time of year and no wetsuit is needed. It’s just bikini, safety buoy, goggle
“Why aren’t their carpets for my princess feet?” So many pine needles… I was a bit nervous on and off leading up to Muskoka 70.3 but it wasn’t until the announcer said “60 seconds to go” that my heart jumped into my throat and my stomach flipped. Everyone was chatting, even laughing, as I stared out to the first turn buoy, hardly visible in the morning fog. I just wanted to stay in the bunch as long as possible and not swim off course. Modest goals but necessary ones. The air
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. I knew my legs were good. I knew my arms were…well, not the best. I was almost recovered from a cartilage strain near my pectoral or, as my coach called it, a “pulled boob,” and I was happy the pain was gone but it had sidelined my swim training for over a month. Combined with last week’s swim disaster and my lack of experience, I knew I was starting on the back foot so I just wanted to get the swim over and done with. Pre-
Usually we have a white Christmas. The best gift I received on Christmas was the weather: a tropical-feeling 6 degrees. Since returning to Canada, my training had relocated inside so six degrees felt like a formal invitation from Mother Nature to go outside and play. With newly unwrapped winter running gear already itching to be worn, I covered up, laced up and didn’t look back once at the treadmill. Christmas where I’m from is usually on the backdrop of a winter wonderland.
Horseshoe Falls, Niagara Falls After a 7 hour drive, I could tell Edward, who had never been to Niagara Falls before, was thinking it was a bit ridiculous to drive so far for some water. As we walked down towards the water, Ed started to smile. “Ok, this was worth the drive,” he said. “That’s just the small American side! Wait until you see the Canadian side,” I said back to him. I then explained that Niagara Falls is actually the collective name for the three waterfalls that
Warmed up and ready to go! You probably never forget your first win but I wouldn’t mind forgetting mine, or at least parts of it. It was a tough day at the Graham Beasley Duathlon with high tempertures and a tortorous humidex that was cracking even the most seasoned athletes. For me, it was also day of hard lessons that ended with paramedics instead of a podium. The first hurdle of the day was the race plan. In my limited experience, the longest run is typically the first leg
I’m usually only home in Westport, my small hometown in Canada, for Christmas and confined to the indoor trainer because of the snow. This past month, however, I was home during warm weather so I had plenty of uncharted roads to explore. The roads rise and fall forever, winding through the small towns and farms between the fire reds, oranges and yellows of the changing autumn leaves. On the other hand, I discovered what “Canadian cobbles” are. Clear Lake My hometown of West