And Snow It Begins.....

It's been 9 days since my incredible and inspiring New-Year's day run and though I am still pumped about running, I haven't gone as much as I had hoped. I went out a week ago Monday and ran 5.26 km  and then ran another 6.19 km on January 5th. Since then, no runs. Initially, my goal was to run every second day, but my enthusiasm has been dampened by the curtain of snow that is now covering the city. You see, I am not a Winter person in the sense that I absolutely hate feeling cold. So the idea of covering my body in layers (17 pieces of clothing to be exact), strapping on my shoes, and gleefully heading for a run in the middle of a cold, snow-stormy kind of day is not my idea of fun (the word "torture" is more acurate).

4 layers to keep me....warm....I hope....

Some people will say that a run in the cool of winter is invigorating and makes you feel alive. I'd rather hide under a mountain of blankets and hibernate! The only thing that could perhaps motivate me to go out in Winter is the presence of sunshine. When I see the sun shining on the snow, I might get inspired to go out and "enjoy" the outdoors (cursing for the first 15 minutes while my body adjusts to the shock of the wind slapping my face with "invigorating" energy). The truth is that I wasn't raised in a cold-climate so I was never forced to live with it. My memories of childhood in Winter do not involve spending whole afternoons skating outdoors or playing hockey, or even making snow forts with runny noses and red cheeks to show for it. The only snow I encountered was when my parents took us skiing in the Alps, and even then it wasn't really cold (I remember skiing in a t-shirt!). 

My challenge therefore is: How do I motivate myself to go out even when my entire body is screaming at me to not dare put a foot out in the cold, or else! The reality is that I can't avoid Winter and it's grand display of snow storms, freezing rain, and insane cold weather. The dummer reality is that I chose to live in this country so I'd better suck it up and adapt quick because Winters won't disappear (it's fairly predictable that for three months of the year, at least, it will be cold and the roads will be crap because covered in slush) and I can't afford (both physically and emotionally) not to run anymore.

I think the only way I can truly motivate myself is to shut up the princess voice that wants me to stay indoors warm and cozy, put on my layers and my running shoes, take the first step and run. I'll bet you I'll run a lot faster cause I'll be dying (literally) to get back to warmer temperatures. And on those days when it's really aweful outside and I'm worried about safety, then I can always workout indoors (no treadmills here, but I have a decent collection of home workout videos). I must also keep my goal of running consistently front and centre when I waver in my determination.

So bring it on Winter! Me, myself, my many layers of clothing, my shoes and their trusted ice-grips are looking forward to running with you.

A New Beginning



Look who's back at running!



It's been seven months to the day of my last post on this blog and the reason for the lack of post is simple: I stopped running. From the highs of completing the half-marathon to nothing in just one day. There are many reasons/excuses why I stopped going out, but the main one is this: I had met my goal, which had been a priority in my life for four months, and once I crossed the finish line, I put running at the bottom of my to-do list. In doing so, I also put myself last, the result of which, at the end of seven months, is a mix of weight gain, reduced self-confidence and a dash of self-loathing.

Looking back at 2010, I can say however that I am still extremely proud of my running accomplishments. If you had told me last January that five months later I would be running 21.1 km, I would have looked at you as if you had three heads and a barrel of monkeys. Yet, a year later, I have run 259km! In fact, in the last five years since I started running, on and off, I also have completed two 10km races, a 5km race and the half-marathon. These are a few accomplishments I want to be proud of. And while I could continue to focus on the 7-month hiatus, I have chosen to look forward instead.

So what better way to move forward than with a symbolic run on a gorgeous, spring-like, New Year's day. Outfitted with my brand new running shoes (thank you Santa Tyler), I headed out the door this morning with purpose and optimism. Though we didn't have a specific goal in mind, we knew that this run had to count. I was secretly hoping to manage a 10 km but wasn't sure how much I would be able to do, especially when my legs started feeling like lead. Tyler pushed me through the physical stumbling blocks, and we finished our run totaling 12.5 km. For someone who hasn't run in 7 months, it's not too shabby, don't you think?

Though tonight, I have a hard time moving and my left knee is screaming at me, I am blissfully happy. One of my running mentors asked me today if I was going to run another half-marathon this year, but for now my only goal is to run consistently all year long. Another race would sure feel great, but becoming a consistent runner would be pretty sweet too. I'll need all the encouragements and support I can get, so don't be shy and leave a comment.


Stats from the first run of the year



Until the next run!

After thoughts

Last night, I had to drive to Ottawa for a course I am taking. My drive took me over the Pretoria Bridge and as I looked down, I was once again flooded with memories of the run. I have been on cloud 9 since Sunday and I haven't wanted to come down from my high for fear that returning to day-to-day life will feel like a big letdown. I'm also afraid that if I come down from my high, I will lose the strong emotions that have carried me since the race, and that I will be left feeling empty. In short, I'm experiencing the post-race blues.

In honour of my achievement, and to try to keep the feelings alive and strong in me, I have decided to put my medal on the wall in front of my desk. I've given it a place of honour in a room I spend a lot of time working in, and I hope that seeing it day after day will continue to give me the inspiration, the self-confidence and the drive to take on new challenges, spread my wings, take a leap of faith and soar. When I intently look at it, or when it catches my eyes, I hope it reignites the feelings I have that I can do anything in the world, and I will remember all the moments that still make me smile. These include: 

- Holding hands with Tyler as we started the race. Sharing this experience with my husband will always be one of my top moments. Running together has brought us closer and I am so grateful for his unconditional support and faith in my abilities;

- Talking with Yolande: An older lady we had never met, who asked us for directions to the green corral. She must have been in her seventies and with a bib on her shirt was also getting ready to take part in the race. I regret that I didn't ask her if she was walking or running it, but I thought of her many times during our race.

- Taking a moment to look and take in the picture as we ran past Parliament: Running past this landmark was very symbolic of the journey I have taken in my life from moving to Canada to study, to becoming a Canadian citizen. And on race day, Parliament was truly mine. How many people can really say that they stopped traffic and forced road closures so they could take a stroll in front of Parliament? I can :)

- Seeing a Poutine truck on the route: If I hadn't  been so set on my goal, I would definitely have taken a moment to chow down a Poutine! Who needs energy drinks after that?!

- Running on bridges: This one might  be silly, but there is something quite amazing about crossing a river while running Bridges have always fascinated me (I had to have a wedding picture taken on a bridge) and crossing two bridges while running the half-marathon was like icing on my cake. Not to mention the incredible panorama of the Ottawa landscape seen from the bridges.

- Wolf Pack Man: While running on the Gatineau side, I spotted an elderly gentleman running in front of me. He was hunched over from age, but his legs were going strong and I never caught up to him. I'm not sure how old he truly was, but his t-shirt made me laugh: in big, bold, black letters he was annoucing that he belonged to the Wolf Pack. How cool is that? And though it may sound like a Twilight/Jacob reference to some of you, I swear I wasn't thinking about it at the time :)

- High-Fiving the kids: No matter how much pain I was in, I couldn't help but run to the kids lining the sides of the street who were stretching their hands out and hoping for a high-five. They were as eager to high-five us, as I was to feed off their energy. And thank God for their energy! It carried me the last few kilometers.

- Clever signs: People can be so creative with their signs of encouragements. A few come to mind: "Free high-fives", "Suck it up Princess", "Marry Me!", and "In my dreams, I'm Kenyan." There was also a very inspiring quote that almost brought me to tears and really inspired me to keep going. Unfortunately, I don't remember the exact words but I'm determined to find it. The essence of it was that success is not necessarily crossing the finish line, but having the courage to start.

- Catching a sight of the finish line: While that one might be obvious, it really does have a powerful resonance. Nothing compares to seeing the finish, hearing the crowds, catching a glimpse of the clock and trying to make one final effort to race against time.

- Post-race photo and stretching: I'm very excited to see the photos of the race and I'm so glad we got one of the photographers on site to take our picture with our medals. This will be the official picture once I get my hands on it. Stretching afterwards felt so amazing and such a reward.

- Showing my medal to Jaime: When Jaime caught glimpse of my gold-colored medal, her first reaction was: "Oh my God Mom, did you win?" So I replied: "Yes, I did! and so did all the other runners."

I'm sure more moments will come to mind but these really stand out as my favourites. I would have loved to have my camera and to have taken pictures of those moments so I could share them with you, but racing and taking pictures at the same time is one type of multitasking I'm not sure I want to venture into.

I did it! 21.1 km in 2:24:11.6

I still have tears whenever I think of yesterday. It was a roller coaster of emotions and truly one of the best days of my life.

I didn't sleep very well the night before and had dreams that I took the wrong path at the starting line and got lost. When the alarm rang bright and early at 5:40 a.m. though, I was pumped. I literally jumped out of bed, put my running clothes on, and headed downstairs to prepare breakfast for everyone. We got the kids up around 6 a.m. and they were quite sleepy! After a good breakfast, we got out of the house at 6:45 a.m. and headed downtown.

The adrenaline was going crazy in my body and I was so excited that race morning had finally come.

As soon as we arrived, we found the kids' teacher Mr Blois in the crowd and got Austin and Jaime to the starting line of their kids marathon. Jaime seemed a little freaked out by the crowd, but she found another friend from school who's reassuring presence seemed to relax her. After big hugs and words of encouragement, we left the kids to make it to the spectators' area so we could watch them as they sprinted to the finish line.

3 mn 47 seconds or so later, the first kid ran past us leading with a huge margin to win the kids marathon. A sea of purple-coloured t-shirts later, I spotted Austin who was running hard and so close to the finish line. His time was 5:57.9, a very impressive finish, faster than Mom and Dad's average kilometer pace. I continued looking at the racers encouraging them to keep pushing hard and congratulating them. It was so incredible to see all these kids, healthy and active, giving their very best during this race. Finally, my friend Heather said : "I see Jaime!" It took me a while to spot my girl, but there she was, ponytail wagging from side to side as she ran past us. Jaime finished with a great 7:37.8 chip time!

I was so proud of my two little runners. We left the spectators area and went to the athletes' recovery area where I went to get Austin and Jaime. They had gotten their medals and were so thrilled with their results. We gave them big congratulatory hugs, posed for pictures and then Granny took the kids home while Tyler and I headed to the starting line of the half-marathon.

We found the green corral where we waited for the start. When we first got there, there weren't a lot of runners yet, but the corral quickly filled in with anxious runners waiting to go. It always amazes me to see the differences between runners: old and young, fit and less fit, tall and shorter. Every body type is represented, every age is proudly present, male and female side by side, proud to be a runner. While waiting, I tried to spot my friend Leslie but to no avail. I also had my friend Tracey in my thoughts: Tracey had started her run two hours prior to ours in her quest to complete her very first full marathon.

The half-marathon was full this year with 10,000 runners registered. For this reason, there were two starts to the half-marathon. The first wave started at 9:00 a.m. and the second wave at 9:15 a.m. We were in the second wave and when the gun blased at 9:00 a.m. we all erupted in cheers and applause as we saw the first group of runners go. From where we stood on the hill of Elgin street, we could see  the sea of runners from the first group running to the top of the street and turning left towards Parliament. It was exciting and exhilarating. I remember telling Tyler how much I loved the athmosphere during races and that I couldn't wait to register for my next one.

One thing that really made me happy was the weather conditions yesterday morning. The Ottawa skyline was completely overcast with a cool wind and dropplets of rain. These were perfect conditions for our run. Considering the sweltering heat we had had the previous week, it was a relief for all runners to see that the weather would not prove an added challenge to the run. As it happened, the weather ended up being a great help, allowing me to run to my full potential.

At 9:15 a.m., the horn blasted and our group finally started. Crossing the starting line mat was an incredible feeling and a success for me. I had made it and now my journey was coming to completion. We started our run cheered by people along the sideline which felt fabulous. I quickly was overcome by tears as I realized what I had accomplished in just getting to this point. I tried to swallow my tears. I just couldn't affort to  break down at the beginning of the race! After all, I still had 21.1 km to go!

As we continued to run our first kilometer, I realized that we had started way faster that we ever had. That is one of the challenges of races: starting at a slow pace without trying to keep up with the other runners. We did not do that! We started fast and I had to tell myself to be careful not to overdo it too much too soon. It was hard not to want to push, especially since behind us was the 2:30 pace bunny. In the back of my head from the beginning of my training, I was aiming tofinish the race around the 2hr30mn mark. I wasn't sure I could do it because I hadn't run that fast in training, so I tried to keep a realistic approach while aiming for that 2:30 mark. Having the 2:30 pace bunny behind us was a way to see if I could achieve that goal.

The half-marathon course is beautiful and stunning. It was amazing to run past Parliament, across the bridge to Gatineau, past several other landmarks that symbolize our beautiful country. Seeing all of this, while also catching a glimpse of runners in front and in the back of us is just beyond words.

Around kilometer 3, I was once again overcome by tears that I wasn't able to suppress this time. I thought of my Mom and all she had to go through in her battle with breast cancer and I wasn't able to keep my emotions at bay. I just let the tears come and thinking of my Mom gave me the drive the keep pushing. I knew at this point, that by maintaining this pace, the race would be hard and painful. I knew I would have to dig really deep to finish it at that pace, but I also knew that I wasn't going to back down. My Mom, and all the people who are fighting Cancer or some other life-altering disease, don't get a chance to back down, so why would I?

Along the way, Tyler and I chatted with other runners which was a lot of fun, and we also fueled and refueled with our energy drinks and gels. There were Gatorade and water stations every 3 kilometers and entertainment stations as well: musicians playing for us and singing motivating songs to keep us moving.

When we crossed back to the Ottawa side and passed the National Art Gallery, we ran past the 10 km point. Crowds had gathered along the Chateau Laurier and Colonel By drive to cheer us on and that was definitely a boost of energy. At that point, my time was around 1:06:00 and I knew if I kept on going, then I could run the half in under 2:30. But it's at that point that my body started to show signs of fatigue. I started feeling a running stitch under my right rib, my right knee started throbbing and it was harder for me to keep my breath. I asked Tyler to pace back a few times because I needed it, but a few seconds later I pushed forward again. I just wanted my goal so badly that I couldn't stand to slow down. I didn't like being passed by many people either: my competitive side kicked in. Through most of the run, I tried to follow this one woman who seemed to be just a little over my pace but a good measure of my goal. She was my carrot and by trying to keep pace with her, I was tracking my progress. Most times she was way ahead, but others she was within touching distance. I even saw her stop and walk a few times. We never stopped. It's actually very interesting that a lot of people combine running and walking the marathon. The runners that did it around us still managed to out finish us. I have heard of the run/walk being a very good way to actually recover and run faster and I might try it eventually.

By kilometer 14, I was dying. Tyler kept checking on me and I wasn't doing great. I had to use my head to push my body to keep going. "One more step" "One kilometer" "Almost there" were mantras repeated over and over in my mind from that point on until I finished. The crowd was incredible in keeping me going. Because your name is printed on your bib, people would call out: "Go, Go, Go, Emmanuelle! You can do it! You're amazing!" and that was enough to fuel me on a little further.

Pouring water on my head at the water stations helped a lot too (except when I forgot to remove my glasses and ran with foggy glasses for a while :) and drinking Gatorade.

At 18 kilometers, the stitch on my right side was very painful and I tried to massage it while breathing slow and deep. I remember swearing and saying to myself: "It can't get any more painful, just keep going" and I did.

We finally crossed Pretoria Bridge and I could almost see the finish line. More people had  gathered and cheered from the side. Tyler wanted to push faster but I just couldn't at that point. I kept checking my timer and knew that if I didn't push a little, I might not make the 2:30 mark. I had worked way too hard not to make it happen. So I kept on and tried pushing a little more. At the 750 meter banner, I tried to push some more, and then I saw the 500 meters banner. It was so hard at that point and exhilarating at the same time. I was almost there. With the Finish line in sight, and a little over 100 meters I found the strength to sprint and went full blast across the line. At that point, the emotions and the efforts overcame me and I was once again overcome by tears. Poor Tyler didn't quite know how to react! I sobbed and cried, stopped and sobbed and cried again. I was proud, sore, just happy that I had achieved what I thought was impossible 4 months ago. And more that anything, I had crossed the finish line with a time that had been impossible in my mind even a few hours before. When I got my medal and placed it around my neck, I felt triumphant. Here was the proof of my hard work. Here was the proof that nothing is impossible and I had just proved that to myself in more ways than one.

After stretching and walking around the athletes' recovery area and around the race village, we made our way home. I was a little sad that it was all over and I was also looking forward to sharing hugs with my kids. At the end of the race, I told Tyler that I would never, ever, run a half-marathon race again. Today, I can't wait to train harder and see what my body can do next time. Maybe there will even be a marathon in my future. The question is: Where and when will my next race be?

Just one more sleep!

Just one more day before race day. Tomorrow, at this time, Austin and Jaime will be running in the kids marathon. 45 minutes later, Tyler and I will be standing among a crowd of runners waiting for the starting gun to signal the beginning of our half-marathon.

I have been giddy with excitement for the last 48 hours. The athmosphere in Ottawa seems effervescent. The City is transforming into a red carpet for runners. This is our moment, and downtown Ottawa has become our play ground. Banners and flags up on lamp posts scream pride and celebration: "Ottawa is a runner's town and we are so glad you have chosen our City to bring you training to completion. We are so proud that all these runners have chosen to pound our pavement with sweat and determination.Your personal efforts make Ottawa proud and we will support you in your journey."

Hearing abour road closures, weather reports, and race schedules makes me so excited, that I can barely stand to wait another day. My feet already want to run and be out there. My memories of previous 10 km races are pumping me up for tomorrow as well: There is nothing so inspiring than turning the corner onto Laurier to see thousands of runners lining up to the starting line. Simply trying to get to the starting corral is a matter of determination: there are so many people you have to fishtail through the crowd before the starting gun goes. Every one is smiling, every one jumps on the spot waiting with trepidation for the start. And then the gun blasts, and a huge cheer of joy from runners signals the moment we've all been waiting for. Crossing the starting line with huge crowds cheering us on from the sidelines is intoxicating. And the support continues to carry us on each step of the way.

My plan for today is to hydrate, eat carbs, and go to sleep early! I really hope I can fall asleep easily so I am well rested for the event. I wish my running friends a fantastic run: you have all been an inspiration and I stand by you proud that we will complete this journey together. In particular, kuddos to Tracey (running her first full Marathon tomorrow), Leslie (such an amazing inspiration), Susan (a baby last year, a first half-marathon this year), Jenn and Bill (celebrating their anniversary with a 10 km run). So proud of you guys! All the best for your races and hope to see you tomorrow!

My next blog will be my post-race blog, but I have already succeeded in my goal: I have made it to the starting line and I am very, very proud. Thanks everyone for your amazing support and I can't wait to share my race with you tomorrow. Hopefully, I will be able to post pictures as well. If you can, come cheer us on!

6 Days to the starting line

I can't believe that in 6 days I will be standing with thousands of runners at the starting line of the half-marathon. I've done it! I've committed to training, and although my training differed somewhat from the traditional trainings suggested in books and on websites, I still managed to get out and run regularly.

I'm getting excited to be at the race, surrounded by my peers, together working at our own personal goals and feeling supported by the motivation and endurance of others which will no doubt transpire into powerful inspiration.

There are a few worries that keep creeping up on me these last few days, including the heat and my knee, but I try to put these worries aside and just focus on the feeling I will get when I cross the finish line and hold my medal tight. No words can describe this feeling, which so far in my mind, feels pretty incredible.

On Thursday we will get our race kits: Tyler and mine, as well as Austin and Jaime's who are running in the Kids' Marathon, an hour before we start our race. We are so proud of them and can't wait to share this special day as a family.

I look forward to sharing with you all the great moments of the race. It will be, by far, one of the best days and moments of my life.

The race...before the race

Last Sunday, Tyler and I planned to run 19 kilometers in downtown Ottawa as our final "dress rehearsal" before race day. We hired our sitter for 4 hours and Tyler charted our path to be a little over 19 km. I wasn't too sure how I would do, since I had been at a birth the night before and had only gotten about 5 hours of sleep. So as we approached downtown, I started to get really nervous about my ability to run 19 km.

Downtown was beautiful and packed as we were in the midst of the Tulip Festival. We parked at our favourite spot, the World Exchange Plaza, and walked to our starting point, the park across the Lord Elgin Hotel.

We started our run slowly (in between sloth-pace and turtle-pace) as we made our way to Queen Elizabeth drive and shuffled through crowds of people enjoying the beautiful day in Ottawa. Our route followed Queen Elizabeth all the way to Dow's Lake, through the arboretum, across the Canal to Colonel By drive, back to downtown, through Chateau Laurier and Confederation Park (I think) across the bridge to Quebec around the civilization museum, back to the Portage Bridge, down the banks of the  river and back up the locks and our starting line. I won't give you a detailed account of all that went through my head during our run, but when my body started to ache and my legs felt like lead, I definitely had to shift and focus on my mental strategies to keep going.

The parallel between running and birth are so true and real in so many ways. I'm accustomed to teaching prenatal classes and telling participants that the parallels between running a marathon and working through labour and birth are powerful, but now I can really attest to how true this is. Only in reverse. While in class I motivate people by bringing marathon strategies into their birth experience, during my run, I was using strategies I had practiced in birth to help me run farther. I remember feeling very tired at one point and telling myself: "This is like transition, this is the hardest but the shortest and I can do it." It totally worked! I felt like giving up many times when I hit the rough spots (as in labour) but each time I dug deep within myself and chose to focus on just one step at a time (or one contraction at a time) to get to the finish.

When we finally stopped running and I looked at my ipod to see the distance and the time, I was stunned, followed by ecstatic and triumphant (as in birth). We had run 23.5 kilometer in 2:42:42 mn. Four more kilometers than we had planned, 2 more kilometers as would be required for the half-marathon, and I HAD DONE IT! The physical pain and discomfort I felt immediately after I stopped running didn't matter because I had just accomplished one of the most incredible, ambitious, and what I thought not-too-long ago to be an impossible feat!  I felt just as I had felt after I birthed 2 babies of my own physical and mental powers.

Here's what I know for sure now: nothing is impossible. Nothing at all. And I look forward to proving this to myself over and over again.