tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369232619589877012023-11-15T21:53:55.352-08:00This Fox TrotsKathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-35719966371496271842011-11-08T10:52:00.000-08:002011-11-08T10:52:21.766-08:00A moustache for me...in permanent marker!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Full steam ahead! I'm only just barely keeping some injuries at bay - quads and calves are totally acting up, I think due to my poor/inefficient pedal stroke as I hammer away on my road bike. Foam roller torture sessions and a few fascia "massage" sessions that had my toes curling and me just barely containing screams of pain are the only thing keeping these muscles just barely on the right side of injury. Once weekly yoga is better than nothing but it's probably not quite enough to help combat the abuse I'm putting my body through. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sunday evening yoga, is there a better way to wrap up the weekend? I think not. What a restorative thing to do at the end of a weekend, I'm really, really enjoying it. Funny, I always really enjoy yoga whenever I do it, it's just so bloody expensive I've been priced out of it. As long as I'm running and biking though I think it's something I should continue with in order to balance things out and ensure I remain injury free. Stretching at home helps, of course, but an hour of dedicated stretching is ideal and the only way that's happening is at a scheduled session. It's also very relaxing. I feel like I float out of the yoga studio on a quiet, happy cloud on Sunday evenings. Precisely the opposite of sweating and grunting up a hill perched atop an aluminium contraption. Balance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Last weekend I did a 12k race as part of an 8 member crew of women for the Whistler 50. I think my time was 1:09 and change. It hurt a lot and at the time I felt like I was running 22k not 12k. I was not prepared. Doesn't matter, it was just for fun, I had no goal other than to drink beer after the race and I did that. This year is the first time the race was held in Whistler, it was formerly called Haney to Harrison and was based out of Harrison. I think I'll probably give this race a pass next year in favour of STORMY - in my opinion a much more fun event, largely due to the Summer weather we get to enjoy in August when STORMY is held. I enjoy trail running more than road running, so STORMY is ideal for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm keeping myself busy with some strength and endurance classes, spin classes, CompuTrainer sessions, running, swimming and yoga. My schedule is jam packed, I'm sore most of the time, and I'm enjoying all of it. I just registered for a 1/2 marathon in February to ensure I keep up with running, my weakest sport in terms of triathlon. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It's that time of year again, time to give some thought to 2012 goals and consider what I'd like to work towards and achieve in terms of sport. I've got some ideas hatching, nothing set in stone quite yet. The First Half in February will be a good kick off and my first race of the year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I plan to get out and enjoy some xc skiing and snow shoeing this Winter too. You've got to make time to play in the snow, otherwise you just end up despising it...so I have to work at having fun outside in the snow or I'll face a Winter of misery. There's snow all over the place now so I guess there's no time like the present to get out there! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As part of Movember I have agreed to draw a permanent marker moustache on my face and keep it on all day for November 30th. I'm a tool, I know. But it's for good and not evil so why not? I've been testing out permanent marker removal methods and so far nail polish remover works best. Why do I get myself into these things?!</span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-73883827387805918122011-10-05T14:19:00.000-07:002011-10-05T14:19:20.259-07:00I was sprawled on the couch<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I did another fun ride on Sunday, around 80k along the Sea to Sky highway between Vancouver and Squamish with a group of 5 others. A lovely day for a ride, we even saw a little blue sky which was a nice break from the clouds and rain we've been having. The beginning of the ride was stop start stop start, we had 3 flats to deal with in the first 45 minutes. Things went smoothly after that and we enjoyed lunch and coffee at Delaney's in Park Royal Village, a perfect pit stop. Even though this ride was about 30km shorter than last weekend's ride I found it more of a challenge. My legs were still sore from Friday's session, eeek! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Monday I spent the entire day sprawled on the couch with a monster of a headache, I didn't go to work, didn't go to CompuTrainer and missed a meeting, it was that bad. My guess is I effed up my liquid/electrolyte/h20 intake the day before and I paid for it Monday. Nasty business and I've got to get that sorted out, don't want to be suffering like that after every long ride. On a positive note, I had the nutrition side of things dialed! Real food all day (bananas, eggs, ham, cheese, whole wheat bread, peanut butter, coconut, plus 1 package of Honey Stinger (Orange Blossom) blocks doled out at regular intervals on the return trip home kept me fueled and feeling feisty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">After work yesterday I went for a lovely trail run with 2 lovely gals. We hit up the Sea to Sky trail starting near Cheakamus (across from Function) and made our way towards the Calcheak bridge. We estimate it was about 10k, and there were some hills thrown in to keep us honest. The terrain was awesome, lovely gravel that's been packed down and doesn't feel loose and sketchy. An A+ for that trail, a perfect running trail. We had a few peek a boo spots where we could see snow capped mountains, the rest was trees and and rivers and creeks. Whistler at its best!</span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-66932441973435065812011-09-30T17:55:00.000-07:002011-10-05T13:44:17.234-07:00Looking ahead and excited for Winter!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I had my ass handed to me this morning by way of a personal training session with a coach. One on one there's no ducking out, skipping a lap, or hiding in the forest while you catch your breath. I wasn't doing anything overly strenuous, I'm just really weak! Like a newborn baby weak. My arms felt like jello and my quads were on fire, as they have been for about 3 weeks now. I've no core strength at all and my lunges and squats are pathetic. I think the coach was trying not to laugh at me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This Summer more than any other I've become very aware of how physically active a community Squamish is. I suppose I'm moving more in those circles and nothing's changed other than me and who I hang out with. I love this about Squamish and I appreciate it every. single. day. There are people in Squamish who inspire me with what they've achieved. The athletic accomplishments in our little town are astounding. I won't list them, I couldn't possibly do it justice. Suffice to say it's a town full of athletes of all levels with varied interests. A sporty partner to go out and play outside with is just a phone call away, it's pretty great. I love my town so much! </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">After this morning's one on one coached "skill class" I'm now set to start Strength/Endurance classes and Spin classes for the next 3 months. These on top of the usual swimming, running and Compu Trainer should keep me out of trouble until Christmas. And these classes will be a fun and social way to maintain a regular exercise routine in the dreary Winter months, something that's essential to my well being. Guess I'll squeeze in xc skiing and showshoeing on the weekends? I'm already looking forward to the snow flying as I know many others here are too. There's already all kinds of talk of Callaghan and skate skiing/classic skiing and some co workers and I have plans for some evening snowshoe adventures with headlamps on our favourite running trail near the office. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So much to look forward to, let the snow fly. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Shortly after the last post I had a successful sprint triathlon (even with a frightfully cold swim where I couldn't breathe). I continued training for an Olympic distance triathlon with my coach, although he moved far away (Europe) and communication dropped off, which caused some problems that were pretty much all my fault. Eventually I freaked out, had a complete crisis of confidence in terms of triathlon, and totally stepped back and changed my plans abandoning the solo Olympic triathlon pursuit. I ended up doing the local Olympic triathlon as a relay team rather than solo and it was fun and I did well in the swim. My time was 24:46 for the 1,500 metre swim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In mid July I quit a sprint triathlon right after the swim. It wasn't a big deal, there are always other triathlons/races, but you know you're not in a good place when you quit mid-race, especially since I wasn't ill or injured, I just straight up hated it and didn't want to be there. Thankfully most everyone I spoke to about it was supportive and agreed that it happens from time to time and that it was no big deal. The funny thing is the day before the sprint tri I did a fantastic open water swim race, and I loved that! The </span><a href="http://www.acrossthelakeswim.com/"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Across the Lake Swim</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> in Kelowna is an amazing event, a must do! Seriously, put it on your race schedule for 2012. Some people asked me if I thought the open water swim race the day before had a negative impact on the sprint triathlon. The answer is no, I don't think so. I felt good and confident and excited about the open water swim, I felt shitty and under prepared and anxious about the sprint triathlon. It was a mental issue rather than a physical one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I also quit a local running race partway through in late July. It was only a 10k race and after struggling through the first 4km I just took my number off, stepped off the course and went home. I'm not sure what exactly went wrong, I just wasn't feeling it at all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In early August my cousin and I did an open water swim race in the ocean just off Kit's beach. It was a small field, so I was able to win 1st place woman in the 1,500 metre event. Yay! My time was 22:46. Obviously one doesn't shave off 2 minutes in a month, so I'm confident the currents/tides were in my favour that day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lessons learned: pay close attention to how I feel and don't race if I don't feel like racing. I'm a recreational athlete and in it for <strong>fun.</strong> I race simply to keep my training focused and to work towards a goal. If I don't feel like racing, I'm not going to race. Simple. The other lesson I learned is that a coach can only do his or her job properly if I communicate properly. Yeah, I know...duh!! For whatever reason it just didn't occur to me to tell my coach that I was struggling to finish everything on the schedule every single day etc., so he in turn never modified my training schedule. My fault, I now know better.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I also quit riding my road bike all together in late Spring. My bike didn't fit me properly and that eventually made riding unbearable, so I quit. Luckily I borrowed a friend's bike in August, it's smaller and fits me very well, and what a difference! I've been happily riding ever since and I find myself with a huge ass grin on my face during many rides. Also a lot of grimacing, because sometimes it hurts like hell. I began riding home after work from Whistler to Squamish on a regular basis, it's about 46-50km, and that's been fun and a great way to squeeze in a workout. Then I added a few more longer rides in and finally last weekend I did my longest road ride ever, a total of 110km. Aside from the chafing I felt really good. <em>Note to self: do not do long rides in tri shorts you total dumbass and what the fuck were you thinking? </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I haven't been in a lake since August 10th. I did so much lake swimming this Summer I suppose I grew tired of it and the thought of yanking my wetsuit on just didn't appeal to me, that and I was busy focusing on moving house/being social/having fun over the past month. Last night was the first time I've been in the pool in months. Man, do I ever appreciate lake swimming, and we sure are spoiled with what I think is THE nicest lake to swim in, Brohm Lake. The pool chemicals seem to affect me more and more as I age. I know that I should be swimming 3x per week minimum but that is not going to happen this Winter. I think the most my skin/nose/throat/hair can take is 2x a week, so that's that. My sinuses were so effed up last Spring by the end of pool swimming season, I'd like to avoid that this year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Of course I got up to some other fun stuff but that'll have to wait for another post. </span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-1186267344915194862011-05-01T07:47:00.000-07:002011-07-27T11:16:07.476-07:00Making Gains<div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's nearly the end of week 3 of my cycle and recovery week is next week. I'll begin tapering next week for some races, and this was a big week for training. I had 4 days of dual workouts scheduled, but due to a morning sleep in I missed a swim, so I ended up doing 3 days of dual workouts in the week. </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today makes me nervous. I have a 17km run to do. There was a point when I was thinking "my 1/2 marathon training is clashing with my Olympic distance triathlon training" but really, this isn't the case. If I wanted to do a 1/2 iron, I'd be doing long runs just like this so I had better suck it up. </span></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-87940466902229814042011-04-15T11:39:00.000-07:002011-04-15T11:39:38.849-07:00From Couch to Coach<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was thinking of changing the name of my blog to "From Couch to Coach". Seems appropriate...I'm a couch jockey by nature and now I'm working with a coach and it's like a 180 for me. I still hit the couch, especially on Sundays after my long runs...in fact sometimes I'm unable to get off the couch after my long run! Whenever I can these days I grab a moment on the couch but mostly I'm busy working and training. I'm on my 2nd month of training and I still feel like this was the best decision I could have made for myself at this time in my life. I'm happy. Tired and happy and learning that <b>I am capable of more than I ever thought</b>. I'm about to turn 30 and am finally getting to know myself. Huh. Wish I could have done this at the age of 20 but I'm a late bloomer I suppose, just starting to grow up now. And I guess it really is about finding something you enjoy, then it doesn't feel like an arduous, painful, mind numbing task (I'm thinking specifically about school here), it's so painful for me, seriously, a fucking drag, each and every moment of it. Training, though it's hard work, is far easier than school ever was. Even when my legs are searing with pain and I'm entirely out of breath and my lungs are screaming or I'm exhausted to the bone from working out, I'd take that any day over writing an essay or reading a textbook and writing an idiotic assignment. This seems to really suit me, I'm enjoying it, all of it.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The highlight of this week so far...actually there are two! On Tuesday I finally had legs fresh enough to enjoy the speed workout at the track. We did a pyramid, 200 metres, 400, 600, 800, 1000, 800, 600, 400, 200 with rests in between each set. My goal time was based on a previous 5km time trial, and that was 1:05/200 metres. I finished each and every set 7-13 seconds faster than my goal time. I'm actually getting faster, for the first time ever. I'm still one of the slowest, but I'm faster. Then to top it off, the next evening I had a kick ass CompuTrainer spin session and my legs, though tired, came through for me. I worked hard and pushed hard and managed to keep my RPMs up and my watts up and I didn't finish even close to last place (a first for me to), in fact I came in 2nd. I've also had a couple of relatively strong long runs over the past month. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My training is paying off, I'm seeing results, I had no idea I could do this!</span></span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-89893729913085931192011-04-08T13:40:00.000-07:002011-04-15T11:15:27.200-07:00return to the real world...postponed for now<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wow, I've been busy since I returned from traveling Japan, Thailand, Vietnam and Cambodia. Busy on purpose, but still, not a lot of spare time for stuff like writing blog posts. I'm keeping myself busy busy so I don't have to think about the breakup, and I don't want to think too much about the fabulous beaches of Thailand...ahhh what a sweet 3 months that was. I highly recommend taking 3 months (or more) away from the daily grind, whatever the cost. Best thing I ever did for myself. And I'm currently working on the 2nd best thing I've ever done for myself...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I took up triathlon training with gusto and I'm 'all in' at the moment. I'm working with a coach for the very first time and so far so good. The structure is just what a person like me (lazy!) needs and I must say, I'm enjoying myself so much. Sure, my legs seem to always feel either like they've been pumped full of lead, or they're burning with fire...but I know I'm getting ever so slightly stronger and ever so slightly faster. I realize than an Olympic distance triathlon is no big deal for some, but for me it was. It is. I couldn't do those distances in around 3 hours without some serious training, so that's what I'm doing. It's fun. Really fun! And really hard, but in a fun way!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Real smooth Kathryn, real smooth. Clearly I'm out of practice.Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-77226171082397934252011-01-07T02:59:00.000-08:002011-01-07T03:04:31.416-08:00Time for Lime cooking classes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZB9xJFTdxYbc-V03cRH9ezBzd9j12z9oV0q_jjLLrwnAcSR13wS8pqUjD3wFy5CeRghpctCdhAA3OtaDb6oEKgTUJeFvvXLFAJ25b_5Y_aFdCyM70uGOjeTWyUNt9Hu5WnYB6rIZVz8e/s1600/IMG_2665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZB9xJFTdxYbc-V03cRH9ezBzd9j12z9oV0q_jjLLrwnAcSR13wS8pqUjD3wFy5CeRghpctCdhAA3OtaDb6oEKgTUJeFvvXLFAJ25b_5Y_aFdCyM70uGOjeTWyUNt9Hu5WnYB6rIZVz8e/s400/IMG_2665.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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My plate, so fancy (for me)! It tasted good too, very good.<br />
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And what's an authentic Thai meal on the beach without an icy cold Chang beer? Ahhh bliss. PS we also made the crispy spring rolls!<br />
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I <em>highly</em> recommend the <a href="http://www.timeforlime.net/"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Time for Lime</strong></span></a> cooking classes on Koh Lanta, Thailand. We learned a lot of useful information about the ingredients and preparation of Thai food, ate some delicious grub and even had some fun along the way. The best part though? All of <a href="http://www.timeforlime.net/"><span style="color: black;">Time for Lime's</span></a> profits go to <strong><a href="http://www.lantaanimalwelfare.com/"><span style="color: black;">Lanta Animal Welfare</span></a></strong>, the only animal shelter on Koh Lanta. They have done so much good for the cats and dogs on Lanta, and they have no support from other local businesses nor from the Thai government. The Thai community is also not involved enough to keep it running or help fund it. Visitors to Thailand are who help fund this place by donating to the shelter, and visiting Time for Lime. If you ever find yourself in Thailand on Koh Lanta, I highly recommend Time for Lime cooking classes...and if you don't feel like cooking yourself, their restaurant serves up THE VERY BEST food I ate in Thailand. They also have bungalows on site, and of course you can volunteer to walk dogs/spend time with cats at the Lanta Animal Welfare shelter just down the road.Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-91982555855813218112010-12-21T05:28:00.000-08:002010-12-21T18:07:38.708-08:00Japan, Thailand, Cambodia, VietnamSome shots from my trip.<br />
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Cars and bikes whizzing by me in Phnom Penh.<br />
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Same outfit, different day. Cruising in Kep, Cambodia.<br />
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Incense in a temple, Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.<br />
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Le Loi street, Hoi An, Vietnam.<br />
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En route from Nha Trang to Danang.<br />
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Getting into the Christmas spirit, Before & Now restaurant/bar in Hoi An, Vietnam. <br />
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Inscense, Hue, Vietnam.<br />
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Hue, Vietnam. Just bein' a dork.<br />
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Me and my ex, overlooking the Huong River in Hue, Vietnam. <br />
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Lonely tree shrouded in mist, Sapa, Vietnam.<br />
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Sapa, Vietnam.<br />
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Lads on their way to school, Tokyo, Japan.<br />
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Cheers from Koh Lanta, Thailand.<br />
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Angor Wat area, Siem Reap, Cambodia.<br />
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Angkor Wat area, Siem Reap,Cambodia.<br />
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Angkor Wat, Cambodia.<br />
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Gordon and I, prior to the Angkor Wat race, Siem Reap, Cambodia.<br />
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Gordon and I at the HCMC Opera house, HCMC Vietnam.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me making a strange face with a Chihuahua, Hoi An, Vietnam. The owner of the dog was frantically looking for him!</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-36345194771048130452010-12-17T17:10:00.000-08:002010-12-17T17:10:24.848-08:00A new chapter<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I find myself a newly single woman again. I wish it weren't so but this is life, it doesn't always go to plan, and my ex and I are on incredibly good terms....we're currently traveling south east Asia together and having a blast! This is how a breakup should unfold, no?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>When we return to Canada it will be time for me to carve out a new life for myself, including a new place to live. In some ways I'm excited for what's to come. During my travels I am reminded how much I enjoy and rely on a regular exercise routine so I'll make that a priority when I return. This will focus some of my attention, in a healthy and positive way and keep me fit & healthy too.<br />
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I participated in the <a href="http://www.angkormarathon.org/en/index.html">Angkor Wat 1/2 Marathon</a> event (I only had the 10km in me) while in Cambodia and I must say it was great fun to run a race in a different country and incredible to run around the Angkor Wat temple complex. If I could pull it off again I would return next year. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Here's to new beginnings!</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-23346639101438715952010-10-12T22:13:00.001-07:002010-10-12T22:13:49.530-07:00running for therapyRunning is good therapy. Thank Buddha for it!Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-71009475671733115352010-09-17T11:03:00.001-07:002010-09-17T11:11:55.275-07:00A new adventure in the works<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I just read my last post from May. It doesn't even sound like me. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Since then, we've purchased, moved in and done a schwack of renovating to a new house. What a fucking shit show renovating is. I'll not take that on again without some serious consideration. We're still not finished and it seems the small things will never be done. I also feel like owning a house can go one of two ways - the first is where you live in a tidy house that's well maintained but you have no life. The other is where you actually have a life, and your house is a heap. Perhaps that's just my renovation, living out of a box for 3 months, constant filth and dust, no laundry, eating take out for months on end talking. Perhaps I'll recover from that trauma one day and I'll find a balance between maintaining a house and living my life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Speaking of living my life, I'm getting the hell outta Dodge. The Mr. and I will be traveling from Oct 15th - Jan 15th. Southeast Asia, and perhaps Africa if we can swing it. Airfares prove to be tres expensive so we shall see where we get to, we may have to take Africa off the itinerary. I'm looking forward to this, it's the trip of a lifetime for me!! And this time, this time I'll be equipped with all of the antibiotics I can possibly fit in my pack. No stomach ailment will take me down this time.</span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-18287958476454504182010-05-19T21:06:00.000-07:002010-05-19T21:13:19.003-07:00As chic as Meryl Streep<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Meant to run for 40 ish minutes last night but we ended up running for 1:20. Oops! We did some exploring and mostly I just underestimated the trail. No worries though since we were loving the fresh air and tranquil forest. Must admit that the two of us are very wary of bears and we clapped and hooted and hollered a lot. A very lot. Hey, man, once you've had a bear RUN INTO YOU (or 2 bears, come running full tilt around a corner at you) then you'll do whatever it takes to not startle a bear again. And so we hooted and hollered our way through the trails and ended up in one piece...er two pieces..two intact pieces at our cars!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Just watched "It's complicated". Very funny. Alec Baldwin, THE Meryl Streep and Steve Martin, how can you go wrong really? I can only dream that I'm one fifth as chic as Meryl Streep in 25 years. </span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-17245485012485190482010-02-17T17:07:00.000-08:002010-02-17T17:12:54.190-08:00Some funky kitchens<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSsY9Tj42WZm72umo6UqPeTen6cV1eS-0JEeiiYlHf_QawXu3g9TGpUNQAP233fkL2ynVwYzf20B09wYGMKIDLaguV8XUTK9nRoQ1dku9_iSPg8LGu-UHoJElfo8fDY93s0bzDX6h_QdU/s1600-h/sunk+kitchen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439384211443894770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSsY9Tj42WZm72umo6UqPeTen6cV1eS-0JEeiiYlHf_QawXu3g9TGpUNQAP233fkL2ynVwYzf20B09wYGMKIDLaguV8XUTK9nRoQ1dku9_iSPg8LGu-UHoJElfo8fDY93s0bzDX6h_QdU/s320/sunk+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Sunk kitchen. Low profile, so different from the usual layout. Love all of the windows and especially the ceiling material.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPL6A9ks-NPoKyVUsCsXQxXdvongnh2_jdH6ILlFnfyjDT6lDlrImsXFL2VnrUtD4IMeYpHr3A9TFP1yai-yXrf1qhQ4hAQ2ZuLNVxIUEq_Iqd0rsEMl6LN-SojptpTAgBP-BS5XiFjaf9/s1600-h/purple+kitchen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439384145421142802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPL6A9ks-NPoKyVUsCsXQxXdvongnh2_jdH6ILlFnfyjDT6lDlrImsXFL2VnrUtD4IMeYpHr3A9TFP1yai-yXrf1qhQ4hAQ2ZuLNVxIUEq_Iqd0rsEMl6LN-SojptpTAgBP-BS5XiFjaf9/s320/purple+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Purple kitchen, just for fun! This person has a sense of humour and doesn't take themself too seriously.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjp-1VctUtLh-lJo0KxUd4HPWrWHlqfVq7GZpIP4llN3__gBCUuIjTvWPIPBzXV6QKYY0EV_IBgkuuIErk5RHxFe_2cAycNhFymj9wycoJo14-UimcjBGqXZGiQ_F1iUzNDRG23PERHmAi/s1600-h/chic+kitchen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439384054956846674" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjp-1VctUtLh-lJo0KxUd4HPWrWHlqfVq7GZpIP4llN3__gBCUuIjTvWPIPBzXV6QKYY0EV_IBgkuuIErk5RHxFe_2cAycNhFymj9wycoJo14-UimcjBGqXZGiQ_F1iUzNDRG23PERHmAi/s320/chic+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /></a> The super chich kitchen. Love the design on the floor and the super glossy ceiling. It's dramatic but I can still see myself flipping a grilled cheese sammich in here.</div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Kq_pVcuNydMrhvLPyAV3yJLpxFmftPgqbqO2MdCB1wAS7eNPHmsUGbVZaZS_xKQeFet-m7mzrJmUvc6VqA_mAgUfYjqTgFLROQ9uQ_NvPUxSEeGWf6oznyvSOrmO9-Twqy3vqcY5KotF/s1600-h/black+and+white+kitchen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439383978355244498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Kq_pVcuNydMrhvLPyAV3yJLpxFmftPgqbqO2MdCB1wAS7eNPHmsUGbVZaZS_xKQeFet-m7mzrJmUvc6VqA_mAgUfYjqTgFLROQ9uQ_NvPUxSEeGWf6oznyvSOrmO9-Twqy3vqcY5KotF/s320/black+and+white+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /></a> My favourite of the four, because its simple and fresh and light and bright. I love the open, airy paint colours, they make this room. </div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-35806822360127007312010-02-10T09:18:00.000-08:002010-02-10T15:56:29.112-08:00meow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5drq6sSKm3FlEM9_-FK6z2EZS7x-LiCcIL3z9J6U-vnFqoNPDxqGC85zpOCOCYNZsOmAqaN-p1-t7MPLP5-DMdawURjvWiH_YWBfzWG6KAMrkM9NZle4p953D8xp-d1krN_kYfb8iDJN/s1600-h/cat-will-not-share-couch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436667639813474114" style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5drq6sSKm3FlEM9_-FK6z2EZS7x-LiCcIL3z9J6U-vnFqoNPDxqGC85zpOCOCYNZsOmAqaN-p1-t7MPLP5-DMdawURjvWiH_YWBfzWG6KAMrkM9NZle4p953D8xp-d1krN_kYfb8iDJN/s400/cat-will-not-share-couch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There's a lot happening in our lives right now. Sold a house, sold a car, rental house we live in is being listed for sale. It's a lot (for me anyway) to process and though I'm swimming and running and yogaing I'm still experiencing anxiety over it. Chest crushing, laboured breathing, can't fall asleep type anxiety. This too shall pass, I know, I'm sure...I hope! Perhaps I don't deal well with change. Who knows? In any case, I thought a laugh was in order and these pictures make me laugh. All from this funny site, </span><a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Icanhasacheezburger.com<br /></span></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJMgXdkFyMz1V5nAn45jN9EV9Pclou4qUupZaruTeTqTmz5uKcN0tFIc5JuADl63UARpjuAwpDEC5tlVPaOokyp1jjd_ypSs0X-LcAm1FQyei-xH6xDtAlCcwhNui3jRKv-WUCq4rC6w63/s1600-h/cat-sees-dog-outside.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436667583705842402" style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJMgXdkFyMz1V5nAn45jN9EV9Pclou4qUupZaruTeTqTmz5uKcN0tFIc5JuADl63UARpjuAwpDEC5tlVPaOokyp1jjd_ypSs0X-LcAm1FQyei-xH6xDtAlCcwhNui3jRKv-WUCq4rC6w63/s400/cat-sees-dog-outside.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-EehGl4qQOE_5Vy-aCqlWQXWctDGVYoEw30E3QHIYsN8BuHFGwKnMr7vvmfbnjCmt2BduGaLcn7R51Z8Uw0jgJY9DuQSKSyb4breBXorW5ZNwu61gLrDb1EWNl9RczIhMkE2_PZSpZy4o/s1600-h/cat-saw-tweety-once.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436667523927329538" style="width: 365px; 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height: 400px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaoEZNKLq9SMjI6nZ8bLRB_rCpq7AaVbWw2k9pXtzP-eSi9FzQoyMgnhRu37uEfp9PgQzd1mcOTUpIhZbf6Hk3d0Oy308yYD_lbmm8PoWYq0EMo96OgYuC2zisF9Swt_fl43WIYb5JRuSD/s400/cat-before-and-after-thermometer.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><u><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"></span></u></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-87077238086319164632010-02-03T21:47:00.000-08:002010-02-10T15:56:56.650-08:00a barn as a wedding venue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIKAoEa23M-qikc7AG8-kSQsreNbUxJcR8bvDD776-tPuZGCw_DqT-U6BH7XbTbAxbiO6zY-gAU-I0oFCNJkk0I8rP1vXMxL4_yNQAzT7O5b-TTRzqytC4GjvOeT2GQcQKDbJz98ksD_W/s1600-h/Black+and+white+wedding+decoration+cooling+castle+barns.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIKAoEa23M-qikc7AG8-kSQsreNbUxJcR8bvDD776-tPuZGCw_DqT-U6BH7XbTbAxbiO6zY-gAU-I0oFCNJkk0I8rP1vXMxL4_yNQAzT7O5b-TTRzqytC4GjvOeT2GQcQKDbJz98ksD_W/s400/Black+and+white+wedding+decoration+cooling+castle+barns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434261477180342706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJkTLnCuOlL4qHTZNW4nKj03u7UheWBWlx6mYTBjT-Mtzas1LHz4Ny4YiGKmvA6XvLneE99f0ioXqWiNtRVpju9Zvfmvfr0bH5f0h08o9dikvDK89R9kE2MrieRLy553-BUVzFAovTnAJ/s1600-h/Barn-wedding.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJkTLnCuOlL4qHTZNW4nKj03u7UheWBWlx6mYTBjT-Mtzas1LHz4Ny4YiGKmvA6XvLneE99f0ioXqWiNtRVpju9Zvfmvfr0bH5f0h08o9dikvDK89R9kE2MrieRLy553-BUVzFAovTnAJ/s400/Barn-wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434261378655363826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FxUSogo6LnaEW8GE7WBnnKvnbS23CPly00Bh5cg8hThzVjGqURkIlMJHQ7KsQYgFM585J4k3ybZibpp38btPPQX9nTg6KT-2h_0M5WrWtRLe9-PWzjW7yDqvu3Ze_AbZ1z7MnPX6TFb7/s1600-h/Barn-wedding-web08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FxUSogo6LnaEW8GE7WBnnKvnbS23CPly00Bh5cg8hThzVjGqURkIlMJHQ7KsQYgFM585J4k3ybZibpp38btPPQX9nTg6KT-2h_0M5WrWtRLe9-PWzjW7yDqvu3Ze_AbZ1z7MnPX6TFb7/s400/Barn-wedding-web08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434261308354070370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br />Now don't get any ideas. I'm just posting these because I think they're the sweetest wedding venues! A wedding in a barn, how perfectly sweet.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I am especially fond of the lighting in the first photo, how the stone becomes a focal point. It's warm and cozy.</span></span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-48959539441488651202010-02-03T21:11:00.000-08:002010-02-03T21:27:28.669-08:00Feb 3, 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifV3VQSSQV7ih0mXB1C_u0FqUBZU2qyzUiBVuyOs2obmkCvZMpX6A0y2MKS-w4ot053dInuj3kwDufmiBeq9Y9IAxJLJJa_XaTgtkDxebUfhdSR2QaIem44whiB58jn32XCk6a4pyMyDVt/s1600-h/blue+brown+master+house+beautiful.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifV3VQSSQV7ih0mXB1C_u0FqUBZU2qyzUiBVuyOs2obmkCvZMpX6A0y2MKS-w4ot053dInuj3kwDufmiBeq9Y9IAxJLJJa_XaTgtkDxebUfhdSR2QaIem44whiB58jn32XCk6a4pyMyDVt/s400/blue+brown+master+house+beautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434255018565150802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I'm loving parts of this room from</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">House Beautiful. I fancy the dark floors, the soft blue green wall colour, and the 2 chairs are. I could recreate this look, minus the busy headboard and matching drapes. </span></span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-86944817399376443152010-01-27T21:03:00.000-08:002010-01-27T21:19:25.413-08:00Jan 27,2010<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2,300 metre swim</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">200 warm up</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">5 x 100 (free) </span><br />100 - Hand flicks hip</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> 100 - Armpit (thumb touches armpit)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> 100 - No idea, can't remember...?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> 100 - Deep - hand enters water and digs deep for pull</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> 100 - Spread fingers<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">5 x 200 Free</span> as - 5 x (75 Free, 25 Sprint all out, 75 Free, 25 Sprint all out)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">5 x 100</span> as 50 scull</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, 50 pull</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">100</span> easy cool down<br /><br />Hot tub!!<br /></span></span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-27658856076149980652010-01-27T08:28:00.000-08:002010-01-27T08:33:24.840-08:00Jan 26th Running Intervals<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Last night I did running intervals with the local tri club in Squamish. There were 17 enthusiastic people out in the dark huffing and puffing their way around Valleycliff. Here's what we did and here's why my legs are J.E.L.L.O today:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> Warm up run</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">3minutes at 5k race pace<br /> 2 minutes easy jog<br />7 minutes at 10km race pace<br /> 2 minutes easy jog<br />5 minutes at 10km race pace<br /> 2 minutes easy jog<br />5 minutes at 10km race pace<br /> 2 minutes easy jog<br />3 minutes at 5km race pace<br /> 2 minutes easy jog<br />3 minutes at 5k race pace<br /> Cool down run</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I forsee a hot tub session in my near future...right after masters swimming tonight in fact! Possibly followed by a "gentle yoga" session. I'll sleep like the dead I will.</span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-468493690501395472010-01-25T18:45:00.001-08:002010-12-21T04:16:27.542-08:00Just another manic Monday<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;">I'll feel less guilty if I expunge myself of this piece of lingering guilt now. I'm totally not into my project management course right now. Not even a little. I felt burnt out in December, and though I had time off to rest and relax, I've not quite got my head into it again. Yet. It's boring the hell out of me, writing essay after essay. Writing essays has to be one of my least favourite methods of learning. Thankfully, we're in a part of the course where we can dick around a little without being penalized. I'm clearly not the only one feeling this way either, seems as though others in the class are experiencing similar feelings. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;">I donated some $ to the <a href="http://www.redcross.ca/article.asp?id=000005&tid=003">Canadian Red Cross </a>for Haiti. Their servers were overwhelmed so I had to try submitting my donation several times. I checked my VISA statement today, they processed it thrice! They're all over it though, and are working to reverse the additional transactions, or so their e-mail response states. To be quite honest I almost feel guilty asking them to correct the error, but I donated what I could for now and will try to donate more later. After all, the immediate need was indeed great but it's the rebuilding that will go on for years to come that will also require significant funds. <a href="http://www.msf.ca/">Médecins Sans Frontières</a> also received a donation from me, they do great things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;">I also want to share with you how much I'm suffering right now. After my completely fabulous flow yoga class yesterday I felt like a million bucks. The class was really tough, but fun. Tough as in shaking muscles, complete and utter fatigue, had to rest in childs pose a few times tough. I definitely worked hard, I was sweating enough that my hands were slipping off the mat. In any case, I never dreamed I'd experience <em>this</em> when I woke up this morning. <em>This</em> being the obvious annihilation of my muscles. All of them. Every. Last. One. It hurt to brush my teeth this morning and it only went downhill from there. I couldn't understand what was wrong with me! I wondered if I was coming down with a nasty flu. Nay, it was the yoga! I guess that means I need to keep going, if only so it doesn't hurt so badly after. Good thing I bought myself the new student 1 month unlimited pass! Between now and THE DAY I LEAVE FOR KAUAI I have unlimited access to yoga. Me thinks this is sweet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;">Intervals (race pace timed repeats I believe) tomorrow night ought to be fun given how sore my every muscle is. I'm cringing at the thought. Wish me luck! </span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-83543079454916012852010-01-24T12:27:00.000-08:002010-12-21T04:12:41.036-08:00nap time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJN_HTETDft7Y0ZBnR1oDn8tteUJ9uW5mhltNBv6OMgofEWnkKKh5GjIcG3G2DasQGThdlZ7kEYiu3MNqLDAJJRqNHgi7mDs5spptK_DxrU08hMcexzuzNvqX9WX7VT-cCj39V3FSp-i3/s1600-h/comfy+bed" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430409019164225570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJN_HTETDft7Y0ZBnR1oDn8tteUJ9uW5mhltNBv6OMgofEWnkKKh5GjIcG3G2DasQGThdlZ7kEYiu3MNqLDAJJRqNHgi7mDs5spptK_DxrU08hMcexzuzNvqX9WX7VT-cCj39V3FSp-i3/s320/comfy+bed" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 213px;" /></a> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;">This bed looks so comfortable I feel like taking a nap! </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxveQsgNlK8nxviyLq37Ntu9TMBD8Ajncdxyw9BZ4w3b_bfFfOX_ZiX2EOqxexx_3E9uCvaFxIDsrltlO92pxlvn1OQbImyJt84VrJmzJbLHYxKtyVQcvaj5EBADw9cto6F75M9rNqIqvl/s1600-h/canopy+bed+trad+master.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430406004087640018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxveQsgNlK8nxviyLq37Ntu9TMBD8Ajncdxyw9BZ4w3b_bfFfOX_ZiX2EOqxexx_3E9uCvaFxIDsrltlO92pxlvn1OQbImyJt84VrJmzJbLHYxKtyVQcvaj5EBADw9cto6F75M9rNqIqvl/s320/canopy+bed+trad+master.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 85%;">I adore this master bedroom. It's a perfect blend between masculine and feminine. It's by <a href="http://www.helengreendesign.com/">Helen Green</a> as seen on <a href="http://willowdecor.blogspot.com/2009/10/sophisticated-helen-green.html">Willow Decor</a>'s blog. It's traditional but not stuffy. I could easily read a book on that lovely blue tufted sofa.</span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-2729366273586470502010-01-23T20:42:00.000-08:002010-01-24T07:54:49.510-08:00Dinner, January 23rd, 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglTWvXYD8bbAaaIdCNTkNZqwTnAB-hp1cjsSsQWbIrDx7LQjPk8ig8tOc6xi_GpcPzoIbUrirGvWPLmBIuc4yqN2Z2Mh7VAXcsAOUQtN7QKGLMDODzPeoir4umCOdf_I2qSoznfBDB46NZ/s1600-h/IMG_2042.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglTWvXYD8bbAaaIdCNTkNZqwTnAB-hp1cjsSsQWbIrDx7LQjPk8ig8tOc6xi_GpcPzoIbUrirGvWPLmBIuc4yqN2Z2Mh7VAXcsAOUQtN7QKGLMDODzPeoir4umCOdf_I2qSoznfBDB46NZ/s400/IMG_2042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430333587222966434" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Shittake mushroom broth with tofu and green onions and just a touch of miso.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Wn4JKoGGwXIGtpclJgqytPCuSf5Mxwlf3EyyqyD7D6u46NVY7VtwxbBu3gnYDsh8jUHAwugaZ6SHP6zBygRl3fllj40InbHCPlTvv1QjlUY_43L3pJ6rGYouAsZojjD4YGjjo7BAvUHy/s1600-h/IMG_2044.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Wn4JKoGGwXIGtpclJgqytPCuSf5Mxwlf3EyyqyD7D6u46NVY7VtwxbBu3gnYDsh8jUHAwugaZ6SHP6zBygRl3fllj40InbHCPlTvv1QjlUY_43L3pJ6rGYouAsZojjD4YGjjo7BAvUHy/s320/IMG_2044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430333323506721250" border="0" /></a> Miso glazed Salmon, Sauteed Brocoli and Bok Choy in soy sauce, sesame oil and sesame seeds served with coconut rice.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKppcvCjgGee9UJ4KrCT3Fb80Ul2roDN4dU6FuyRAvAc9KNrfLCq-ZVSEoWu4_sgB_FLwyF-IiK826Y9pu-aWvJNuwu9TJgV0csNSRXXMEB9qHTA_SAl4BgTPCs7aKzBrojIuY325yiH9F/s1600-h/IMG_2039.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKppcvCjgGee9UJ4KrCT3Fb80Ul2roDN4dU6FuyRAvAc9KNrfLCq-ZVSEoWu4_sgB_FLwyF-IiK826Y9pu-aWvJNuwu9TJgV0csNSRXXMEB9qHTA_SAl4BgTPCs7aKzBrojIuY325yiH9F/s400/IMG_2039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430332736355185906" border="0" /></a> The Bok Choy and Brocoli in the pan!Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-12591197016428119142010-01-19T07:09:00.000-08:002010-01-20T20:53:50.048-08:00my new obsessionI am currently slightly obsessed with <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">this woman</a> and her crazy, sweet (sappy but I love it anyway) love story and her great big happy family. I am definitely a cowgirl deep down and living on a working ranch with horses, cattle, dogs, horses, cats, ranch hands, horses....now that does make my heart go pitter patter. Never mind the cowboy husband!! Oh my! Be still my beating heart.<br /><br />I may have to order The Pioneer Woman's new cookbook too. Her website/blog has some of her recipes posted. They look absolutely scrumptious. She even posts step by step instructions for the recipes for non-chefs like me. Ranch grub, filling and tasty.<br /><br />Last night was an interval running workout with the local <a href="http://www.squamishtitans.com/">triathlon club </a>the Squamish Titans. We were working on hills. It became apparent rather quickly that Christmas has fully and completely caught up with me. I'm heavy and out of shape and I have some work to do in the coming months. My legs had only one gear; slow.<br /><br />Tonight was a fun 2,200 metre swim with the Masters. Still loving having our coach, it makes the workouts more focused and more fun not to mention we work way harder with someone on deck.<br /><br />Leaving you with this image, a blue bedroom. Calm and serene.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJkrThALU4r-uDw_s601-RDM32VaepN_UDRSkoaOks7HXsv4xbfZmi2Vy8Fs-PCBJn-iW-E3nDEnl7MqSVp8ZXeNTU174fFuDmwtw-6A442_7On4DRqAuiQIKuy-5TS6m5a7Yhp3jDTQc/s1600-h/reid+rolls+blue+bedroom.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJkrThALU4r-uDw_s601-RDM32VaepN_UDRSkoaOks7HXsv4xbfZmi2Vy8Fs-PCBJn-iW-E3nDEnl7MqSVp8ZXeNTU174fFuDmwtw-6A442_7On4DRqAuiQIKuy-5TS6m5a7Yhp3jDTQc/s400/reid+rolls+blue+bedroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429050345464152466" border="0" /></a>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136923261958987701.post-83830500610467335942010-01-16T12:02:00.000-08:002010-01-16T12:58:31.924-08:00miso glazed salmon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKq204gYba7nh7qzx08gW8Snbgu3R_wfdryZM_p52YBnQPWmj3_aZL_1iwpeiLxxoXk1vft5zj_fy_tlPhUODb07RxdgThAaK27E2msCOLnUYNUWKcqTxkQn3SKwth5rIvdwLfHZDsO1M/s1600-h/6a00e554d7b8278833012875c7beee970c-500wi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 489px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKq204gYba7nh7qzx08gW8Snbgu3R_wfdryZM_p52YBnQPWmj3_aZL_1iwpeiLxxoXk1vft5zj_fy_tlPhUODb07RxdgThAaK27E2msCOLnUYNUWKcqTxkQn3SKwth5rIvdwLfHZDsO1M/s320/6a00e554d7b8278833012875c7beee970c-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427430857104397810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I really love this room! Spacious, rustic, original, warm. The beams that make up the wall and the vaulted ceiling are fantastic! I could easily fit this room out with some cozy rugs, a sofa and armchairs, warm, ambient lamps and soft, fluffy blankets. Voila, ultra cozy, yet rustic living room.</span><br /><br />I <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">went for a beauty trail run this morning. The sun shone here today, if you can believe it. Just yesterday I was beginning to think the rain would never cease, and sure enough blue sky and rays of sun!! As always in Winter I can't help but think "what the fuck am I doing living here where it's grey and cloudy and rainy for so many months of the year" and "why the fuck am I not living where it's warm and sunny year round". *sigh* One day, I swear I'll be living in the sunshine!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />For dinner tomorrow I'm going to attempt miso glazed salmon with rice and to start, tofu and scallions in shitake (sp?) mushroom broth. If I don't ruin it, I think it will be lovely! </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The ladies and I were talking about upcoming races this Spring and we seemed to draw a collective blank. The best races are in the Summer and Fall...nothing fun comes to mind for Spring. We'll have to do some research. It's time to set some goals for ourselves.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">If you know of any mind-blowing fun fun fun races in the lower mainland between now and July, drop me a line.</span></span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365596987886561522noreply@blogger.com0