Do more of what makes you happy

"Do more of what makes you happy" - It's the key to bouncing back up, and a mug that I've seen on Pinterest and bought earlier this week because I need the constant reminder. There aren't many options, but when Mother Nature gives you two days at +10C and sunny skies, you take time off from work and go for it!

So  I took Thursday off and along with Good Friday and the weekend, I knew I was in for a treat. After starting the day with a steering committee meeting that I had to hold over the phone since it was super important (and I was the host), I turned on my "Out of Office" notification and called it a day work wise. I could not wait to get the fun started!

Truth is, I didn't quite know what to do with myself. Zin was working, the kids were in school and I had no plans on having fun alone. I spent a few hours on the couch, but I don't even remember watching TV. I do remember counting down the hours to the moment I'd go on a bike ride with hubbs though. Eventually, it happened.

Empty roads, a strong head wind and patches of snow still on the ground. And a crooked horizon because I am out of practice taking photos while I ride.

I also had a crooked helmet because it hadn't been worn it in months and who knows what happened in the garage while it was sitting in its box? Oh well, stop looking at the helmet and look at our smiles instead. I *think* Zin was smiling.

It was a short hour to reunite with my bike and my balance skills. But also with all the feelings that bring me happiness, even temporary like the endorphin high. It may have only lasted for an hour, but it filled the day with enough awesome to make it memorable.

And the next day? Guess what? I did it again!! This time I took a few folks from the tri club to Belfountain and we ended being on the roads for more than 3h. It was still windy and cold, but the company warmed my heart. And this smile? It stayed the entire weekend!

Not even the aborted run on Saturday could kill my mood. I spent most of this short break watching movies (Mad Max 1 & 2, Into the Woods, The Imitation Game, Annie) and doing things that I love. Okay, folding the laundry doesn't count. That always sucks. But I cooked healthy food and it turned out pretty tasty (yay me!), took care of my sore muscles by stretching, rolling and icing. I even did a strength workout focused on my hips and glutes.

I talked to my mom and my best friend in France today, I put on my compression tights which I haven't worn in months, I even went on Zwift island for another spin to help my legs recover from the failed run.

What else? Long weekend shenanigans aside, should I mention that on Monday I ran 30 minutes non stop? That almost did not hurt. On Tuesday I went to the pool where I introduced two new members of our club to our swim workouts. I swam a few lengths too, the first in weeks. I didn't like it, but what else is new? I prefer showing people good swimming technique from the deck rather than getting wet. Besides, I'm such a mediocre swimmer that nobody should take my own swimming technique as gospel. Do what I say not what I do, okay? And with this last thought, maybe it's worth mentioning that I also signed up for  a NCCP triathlon coaching course this coming weekend. Don't you worry, I'm not going to give up my day job yet, but at least I'll feel more confident about the advice I give to people starting in triathlon, who ask for it quite often. I really enjoy seeing people falling in love with the sport and I believe that having a good mentor makes a big difference. As I will be spending this year on the sidelines due to my injuries, at least I can make myself useful. And that makes me happy too.

"Do more of what makes you happy" is going to be my mantra and one way out of this. I give you my word.

2013 Goodlife Toronto Half Marathon Race Report

When I signed up for this race early in the year, I was planning on doing it as a training run for Welland 70.3, but since new coach came on board, things have changed a little. I was told that it wasn't a good idea to do the 70.3 in June, and that I should be aware of recovery times after each race and that everything I do this year has to be carefully planned so that Ironman Muskoka 70.3 in September is not jeopardized. Alright, I said, but I'm already signed up for a 30K, a 5K, a half marathon, all before June... can't I race just a little then? At Around the Bay, I only "raced" 10 of the 30K, but at the Run 4 Hope 5K I had no specific directions, so I went all out. Little I knew, the day of the 5K, I found out what coach had in mind, written on my May training plan:

I want you to train through the half marathon. Therefore there is no rest. You run on tired legs.

Damn. Shit's getting real. Okay then... keep calm and train on. I ran, I biked, I swam... I even went night geocaching again. On Saturday I had a 2h long bike in the morning (50km), then I had to drive downtown and pick up my race kit, then quickly come back and go to a BBQ with Zin. In pictures, the day went like this:

Yeah, I don't get it either.

Can you believe this weather?

The horses are out for a trot

I wish my flower bed looked like this

Direct Energy Centre, deserted outside, buzzing with athletes inside

Inside Direct Energy Centre

And finally, the runners' expo. You thought I'd never get to it, I bet.

Here's a picture of my BBQ dinner to make up for it.

Moving on, this pic is making me hungry. I only had about 15-20min to spend at the expo, as in my infinite wisdom I had parked the car about 2km away and I still had some serious walking and driving to do. So I picked up my bib and my t-shirt, had a quick chat with Alex at "Boston, we run with you" fundraiser booth, then went back home to shower and get ready for the BBQ. I would like to mention this initiative, started by Rob Kent, a member of a runners' Facebook group that I am part of, for giving people the opportunity to show their support to people of Boston and be able to help by donating money to Boston's Children Hospital in memory of Martin and all other young victims of this tragedy. I was definitely proud to pin my bib on this beautiful t-shirt:

Proud to be wearing yellow and blue

Sunday morning I set my alarm for 6:15am and planned to leave the house an hour later. No problems there, managed to get a decent sleep, I had very little to worry about. Funny how shorter races don't give you the butterflies as much. But it was the first time that I was racing the Goodlife Toronto Half Marathon, so I was excited to discover new running paths in the heart of the city. Despite getting this email the night before, I was relatively at peace with myself.

All I would ask of you is to try to negative split the race.

Wait a minute, a negative split?? How in hell am I going to do this? How can I beat gravity? So, not only I run on tired legs, coach wants me to negative split (I love you too, coach). I replied saying that I was going to "do my best" and honestly, that's all I could hope for. I had no idea how I was going to race, other than follow whatever my legs and heart would want to do. My lovely husband drove me to the start and dropped me off with about 15 minutes to spare. People had just started to gather in the corral and I looked for the 2:00 pace bunny, after all, this was my goal time. Then all of a sudden, people started moving back and I found myself just ahead of the 1:55 pacer. Interesting... was that a sign? I tweeted my friend Carol to join me, and she arrived just on time, seconds before the race started. With a hug, I told her that I was planning to average 5:30-5:40/km, but let the downhills do their thing.

And then there was no more thinking, only the rhythmic breathing, legs moving fast, watches beeping, the energy of the race immersing almost 5000 people. The first water station was at 2km, that was quick, I told myself. Shortly thereafter legs started to get ahead of themselves, so I told Carol that I was going with them! First three splits 5:33, 5:19, 4:51. Those downhills were fast, indeed. But before I knew it, Hoggs Hollow, a long, bloody beast of a hill appeared in front of me. I didn't even know it had a name until yesterday. I did my best to keep a strong and steady pace, but here the 1:55 pace bunny passed me. Gave myself a little pep talk, no need to fret, I'll make sure to stay ahead of the 2hr pacer. 

Hoggs Hollow on the horizon.

The first 10km went really fast, they were all on Yonge St., lots of people out cheering, even saw a band or two. I  decided not to stop at the water stations and drink my Metagenics Endura mix only. I was also taking 3 Clif Shot Blocks every 4km, so nutrition was going well. First 10k split: 53:19.

Right after we turned on Rosedale Valley Road, I caught up with the 1:55 pace bunny and I passed him!! That was also going to be the turning point of the race for me. Coach said to do a negative split, there was my chance, I'd better take it. Picked up the pace and decided to stay ahead of the 1:55 pace bunny for as long as I could, hopefully he was not going to catch up with me, or ... I don't know what I would have done, but a slingshot made out of my SpiBelt, sounded good enough to knock him out.

I really, really enjoyed this part of the race, too beautiful!! Alas it only lasted for 3km, then we arrived on Bayview Ave and it already had something of a home stretch with 6km left. I knew that we were going to get back on the streets of downtown Toronto, and then the crowds were going to take us home. Or something like that. The anticipation helped keep the adrenaline up. I did my best to keep my vitals in check and it looked like everything was holding up well. Not slowing down, I had a bunny on my tail! Actually, I don't even know, after I passed him, I never looked back, but I was aware of my blind spots and so far so good, he wasn't on the left, and he wasn't on the right. 

I stopped taking pictures, this was not a time to play, too many potholes and tramway tracks to look at anyway. And I hammered down some more. It felt harder, I didn't think I was going any faster, but the watch was there to tell me, you are going strong, so keep at it! Soon I was running on Front St. and was praying the Police Gods that they weren't going to stop me to let the cars cross the road, or I was gonna be really mad. And you don't want to get mad at a police officer, ever. Worst idea of the day, I said. Thankfully they all saw it in my eyes and feared my wrath. And I kept going. Eventually we turned down on Bathurst St. and I knew that I had it, there was only 1km left and I didn't feel too bad myself.

So many people were at the finish line, I could see the chute from far away and it just drew me in like a magnet, I couldn't feel any pain, it was just perfect. I, too, had the perfect race. I finished strong, proud of beating my 1/2 marathon PR by 13 minutes, with an official chip time of 1:53:59. I could not have asked for better conditions, I ran in shorts and t-shirt, I didn't get too hot, I didn't drink too much to get stomach pain, I didn't get any cramps, and I was able to pick up the pace and deliver a solid time. I don't have official pictures yet, but I got the funky stats below:

After crossing the finish line, I got my medal, ate 2 bananas and drank 4 cups of water, before making my way out of the crowd and back to Direct Energy Centre where hubbs was waiting to pick me up. He drove me to the nearest Tim Hortons, where he bought me an iced capp. I love this man!! Here I was waiting in the car and taking a selfie with my medal for the road. 

I could not get enough of that feeling, I was happy to my ears! 24h later, I am still happy and still smiling. Today my quads are a bit achy here and there, but given how much TLC I gave my legs since yesterday, they better thank me soon : ice bath, foam roller, walk, swim. I may not run today, but tomorrow I should be all good. It's all good. It's just wonderful.

Spring has sprung!

Finally, no more snow on the ground and warm enough temperatures that I could go out and do my long run in capris! I has so happy by the end of it, I could barely contain it (thanks to Zin for the fantastic pic, as usual, he's got the fast click).

Things have now returned to normal, the 30k Around the Bay race is now a week behind us, and it already feels like history. I spent most of the week in recovery mode, slow this, easy that, massage therapy on Tuesday, stretching and foam rolling almost daily to work all the knots out. I am ready for what's coming next in my inbox as coach is cooking a new monthly plan for me.

I threw him a bit of a curveball next week as I'll be travelling over the weekend to Philly to see my friend Laura and relax from the office madness a little, but a break in the routine shouldn't be a bad thing. Time to get creative! I think I won't escape a run or two, but overall it should be a low key weekend during which I will most likely flex my finger muscles taking photos instead of running from the bike to around the house and into the pool.

Last but not least, I don't think I had a chance to tell you that both hubbs and I are now signed up for the Toronto Triathlon Festival, the second Olympic distance for me, the first for him. Still trying to decide if I'll sign up for anything else, the Hamilton Marathon is really tempting me in the fall, but I will be a good girl and stay put until the Kona Lottery results are out. You never know how my luck turns out. Until then, you can take a peek at the race schedule on the right, this is what I have in mind so far. Not going to race my pants out, but ideally I'd like to participate in an event once a month, be it racing or volunteering.

This is going to be exciting!!