SUPER PROUD FRIEND

So as a lot of my friends have hopped on the high horse and are teaching. I wanted to share their blogs with you so we can all have a good read of their trials and tribulations. Christine: Shelby: Katie: Any others and I shall add the links! Good luck to everyone, I wish you all the best. And eh, if you need teaching ideas or a pen pal! I can be your lady!!!

Writing!

I miss writing these posts. Life has become too busy for the enjoyment of writing and reading in which it used to be filled with. Come back free time, come back!

Updated Hair Donation!

It has now been 4 weeks and we have made 305 dollars. We are on our way to becoming bald!!! Our first inch has been reached. So 1 inch will be cut off but lets keep donating. I want to be bald and i am sure that many of you would love to see how I look bald Don't forget you have until June 10th maybe futher to donate the money. Money can be collected via pay pal, in person, in store, or by mail. Any of these methods will work and will help us reach our goal, and help raise money for cancer research.

So far I would love to send some shout outs to:
- Amanda M.
- Dave and Marlene De V.
- Kristin Folz
- Janet Dodd
- Megan Dawson
- Rhiannon Jones
- Vicki B
- Brendan, Lyndsay, Eddie, Kiedis
- Taso Georgopoulos
- Chris de Vries
- Bryan Hall
- The St. Catharines Running Room

Chopping it off for a good cause..........

Happy Monday Everyone;

So I am sure you are all probably wondering why I am writing to you. With facebook and email being the easiest way to send out the information I thought I would get everyone in one hit. For those of you not aware I want to help raise money for Scott Cannata’s run to live journey. He is running across our glorious country to help raise money for cancer research. His goal is to raise 2 dollars per Canadian.

As a Canadian myself I want to help make this journey possible. Being a runner and understanding the effects that running ONE marathon can have on your body, I can't even begin to imagine running one every day. The mental preparation, the nutritional aspect, the determination to push yourself over that wall time and time again is just incredible. As a runner I want to help support him and give him hope to finish each run every day.

To having biked Canada last summer and knowing just how hard that wind, rain, hail, sun, hills, rivers, mountains and wildlife can be there was also one thing Canada never failed to have. One thing that came easy among canadians. From the tiny towns to the big cities it remained common across every province. By this I mean the kindness that each person has no matter where they lived. There hearts so big, always willing to hear a story and share some small piece of life. As having felt this heart my entire trip, I support Scott to live the dream, and feel the heart wrap around him while he runs.

As a daughter to someone who recently had cancer I want to provide strength to other children whose parents could be going through the same thing. I want to share with them the strength my family built, and the strength it will take scott. My family became closer from this experience and hopefully as canadians this run brings us all together even more.

As a canadian I want to do more than raise $2 dollars. I want to donate not only money but my hair as well. Therefore, I have decided to cut my hair based on the donations made to the RUN TO LIVE CAUSE. For every $150 dollars I will cut an inch. So for 10 inches 1,500. 10 inches is the amount needed to make a wig :) Yet I don't want to stop there. To one up the challenge once more. I will cut it even short passed those 10 inches based on donations. If the donations become double and reach an amazing 2,500 I will shave my head. If they don't quiet meet that amount. They will still be cut. the $150 per inch will remain throughout the entire setting. I hope that through this we can inspire others to participate in events that help to raise awareness, raise money and raise hope. I admire Scott Cannata and want to help in any way possible.

If you are living in st. Kitts and would like to donate: feel free to personally drop off the donation at my house, mail the donation to my mailbox, drop it off at the St. Catharines Running Room, or I can meet and pick it up.

If you are living in P-town and would like to donate: feel free to personally drop it off at my parents house, give it to my parents, or give it to me when I come home for easter.

If none of these options work for you, feel free to email, Facebook, leave a comment and I will help you connect with any other forms. I am working to set up a website that is linked to receiving online donations. The donations will be acceptable from now until June 10th. I then plan on presenting Scott with the money raised. Either when he passes through Ontario. Or through one giant online donation! Your small help of 2 dollars can largely help millions!

If you would like to read more about Scott's Journey visit. http://theruntolive.com

Does this mean the right of passage has been passed?

So i've heard a variety of stories about situations like this. I have heard about the power of the bowels and how often we ever so joke about "shatting ourselves". With many runs saying "ooooh i think i'm going to poop", poop this and poop that. Well the worst runners fear came true. Being a fear makes it a right of passage right?

Many mornings and nights i've headed out. The feeling of having to poop but always making it that last little stretch. The final steps of running to the bathroom, ripping down your pants and just letting loose. Sure the topic is awful, but eh EVERYBODY POOPS. None the less my many conversations are regulated around the topic of pooping, its just another word in my everyday vocabulary never thinking that I would actually experience the word. I'm sure your dying to hear the details so I will get right too it!

It started off like any other Wednesday night run club. Meet at 6:30pm, about to start the fun run and I could feel a small upset stomach. We headed out on a snowy 5km run. I'm there running from street to street, cheering people on, blowing the whistle dancing and then I get this wave over me. This wave of ooooooooh i don't feel so good. So i started telling people that I need to go to the bathroom. Everyone suggesting that I just hop in the bushes, behind the school etc. So I had to share that I just didn't have to go THAT TYPE of bathroom. I decided I'd slow down the energizer bunny attitude and keep it cool and calm. Ended up getting passed by other runners and slowly dropping to the back of the group.

I knew I couldnt last. I started forming other ideas in my head of where I could go. Of what I should do. We were about 1km from the store and it was just killing. I would try to run faster but then I felt it was going to slip out more. So I tried to run slower but then ahhhhh it would take forever to get back to the store so instead I thought okay I'll cut through the bushes and parking lot rather then the streets and just go at the store. As I started to pick up the pace, the feeling of awefulness picked up. I thought scratch that. I won't be able to make it there I will just run to the bushes and get my business done there. Act like an animal. Be environmentally friendly. Save the electricity, save water, use my "produce" as fertilizer. I'm about 500m from the field and BAM! The heat wave came on, the stomach turned, the muscles loosened and the poop flowed.

The most awful feeling poured through my underwear, down my legs. And I just cried. So now I panicked. I have shat myself silly. I can't go back to the store, I can't hop on the bus..........I had to WALK home. After walking up hill about 30 minutes, through cold freezing snow. The poop clumping on my legs, the wind blowing the smell, and every time a car passed I found myself turning and making my behind face the opposite way. My face red from embarrassment, my eyes filled with tears I just was LOST :S. I ended up getting home and thought to myself pooing is one thing yet hmmm what else could make this adventure much more difficult. I sadly forgot my keys, NO ONE HOME!!!!!! I needed inside. I had to get clean. It was freezing now, everything frozen and everything smelling. My only option to climb through the bathroom window. I had to prop myself up, swing my poopey legs around and get inside. Some of the smell now placed on the snow, outside the window ledge, some on the window sill. I got in the bathroom, ripped off my pants and climbed in the shower.

As I started to wash the stuff in the shower with me I realized I haven't told the running room I didn't come home. I had 3 missed calls as people suggest that I am missing, and the fear of being abducted on the run. I had to call and explain the situation. All in all I said, MY WORST FEAR CAME TRUE WHILE RUNNING. Instantly they knew that I had pooped my pants. Woah a very embarrassing introduction but a hilarious running adventure. Hope everyone else gets a kick out of this. Just remember your not truly a runner until you poop your pants.....

DREAMS

Most dreams die a slow death. They’re conceived in a moment of passion, with the prospect of endless possibility, but often languish and are not pursued with the same heartfelt intensity as when first born.

NEVER LET THIS HAPPEN. LET THOSE DREAMS LIVE ON. CHALLENGE YOURSELF TO FIND YOURSELF.

CAN'T WAIT FOR THE ULTRA IN JUNE!

IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING!

Swim, Bike, Run

With each new year I love to challenge myself with something new. Sometimes picking things I have never done before, or maybe that I have done just on a much more difficult level. The challenges that are the most rewarding are the ones that take the most amount of effort to do. The ones that cause you to risk and push yourself outside of your element. The past i'd say 6 years I have been following this regime and year after year I go BIGGER and I go HARDER. The results from many of these challenges have been some of the most rewarding experiences I have encountered thus far in my life. From running my first duathlon and full marathon to donating blood and biking across canada. Even the little life challenges have been so rewarding and have helped me to learn more about myself.

Therefore its time I share this years challenge. Sure okay there are many like usual but I figure if I write them down on here it will help me to accomplish them all. I have started to train for a triathlon. I feel in love with swimming and water running after doing training with Brock XC and I can't get enough. I have slowly increased my lap distance and the timing of each lap repeat and set is getting quicker. It will be so exciting when it comes time to test it out. Biking has begun yet again as well. With the snow being lifted off the ground it is time to get back riding on Eli. It has been so successful so far. He got tunned up, Feels like a bike straight from the box it is incredible. Such a smooth glide, fast ride haha. I shall never use public transportation. The status on the other bike is..........hmmmm offically in pieces. With time it will become a fixed gear one speed, neon coloured beaut. But for now it seems to lie dead no tires, no chain in the hall. In terms of running, we'll triathlon running is easy.

The other major plan is specifically designed around running. The run of a runs. The big cheese. This race means everything to runners, to elite runners for that and even to your average runner. Once you've experienced the withdrawal symptoms of running, the running is my life theory do you being to wonder what it would be like to run BOSTON. Its been a talk since the dawn of my running existence. Always in the back of my mind, peaking through whenever it could get its chance. Training had been doing well for a while until I got sick.....then got sick again......then got sick again.....then started back up was feeling grand! Then went out west and sure enough the training stopped. The dream just keeps pushing me to retry and I know it is so worth it. So here I go again starting up tomorrow. Training plan # 2 attempt! Either with the hopes of boston in it dreams there also lies a little bit of endurance athelete. Wether that be the challenge of running an ultra marathon, or hiking 100km in 48 hrs. The possibilities of what this summer holds are endless and I can't wait to begin checking them slowly off the bucket list of wonders.

As I continue to wait to hear if school is on strike my eyes slowly close and the sentences stop making sense. Its time to turn it off.

Later Days readers!