QMT 50k Recap

And just like that it has been 10 days since QMT. This race was by far the hardest race/thing I have ever done. Here’s a bit of a recap of the build, the course and how the race unfolded.


To prep for QMT I raced Sulphur Springs 50k 5 weeks before on top of 7 weeks of steady build into this season prior to that. Sulphur springs was scheduled as a training run and an opportunity to practice fueling. It turned into setting the (female) course record by 12.5 minutes finishing in 4 hours 16 minutes for the 50k distance. Whoops… a bit harder than a “training run” but, the weather was optimal and the trails were in amazing condition; I couldn’t miss that opportunity. All was not lost, I returned to regular training 3 days post race and was able to get in a 20km long run in that next weekend.

I focused on hitting technical rocky trails post Sulphur after hearing from others that QMT has some tough technical sections. Quite a few visits to Rock Chapel section of the Bruce in Hamilton and a few day trips to other sections including one towards Caledon and out to Devils Punchbowl. The HARDEST part of training for QMT was finding elevation. Course description had it at 2300m of elevation gain and 3000m of descent over the 50km distance. Ideally, I wanted to match (or get as close as possible) the elevation gain per km (46m per km). The most I was able to reach in training was 1000m of gain in a single run making this very tough. I had to accept I’d be undertrained for the elevation and just do my best.

1.5 weeks prior to the race I tripped during a run-of-the-mill easy run and strained my right hamstring. It was so sore that the next day I was limping just walking and could not tolerate sitting. I took 3 days off of running and hoped for the best; along with shockwave and hands-on work to the hammy every couple of days. The sunday before the race I was able to run 20km and was really happy about that; still had some tenderness but did not get worse during or after the run. It was settled, I would likely run with some discomfort but I would make it to the start line.


A big group (11) of my friends came along for the trip to support me and enjoy a long weekend away. It was Canada day after all. Thursday morning we set off; the drive took 12 hours including a few stops for a demi (beer in our made up language) and early dinner. Beers and pizza it was… water for me of course! We finally arrived at our air bnb with direct view of Mt. Ste Anne after going quite stir-crazy in the back seat. Dusk settled in as we took in the view and I had my first glimpse of what I was in for. The closest comparison for me was Blue Mountain and by looking at it, this had to be at least double the size of Blue. Both nerves and excitement grew. A quick 5km shakeout that night to get the drive out of my legs before falling asleep. Our crew was awesome sharing the load cooking and cleaning over the weekend and I’m so grateful that they picked up some of my workload so that I could focus on the race.

Friday was low-key; picking up the race bib (10minute walk each way) and another quick shakeout. I opted for 20 minutes only as I did not want to flare up the hamstring injury I had been nursing since the previous week. Strides were slightly painful which made me nervous but, I stayed optimistic.


(Race Elevation Profile above photo)

Going into the race, I had broken it into a few different sections in my mind as per the race profile. First, would be a very technical rocky Mestachibo section for ~10km. Onto Mt Ste Anne where we would ascend and descent the summit twice. Then the final section which would be net downhill and more runnable.

Did I mention the massive number of runners on the start line? No. Well, ~450 runners would start the 50km distance alone. At Haliburton last year there were 80. Total.

When the gun went off and it was a mad dash for positions. With the technical nature of the first 10km everyone wanted to get out hard so they didn’t get stuck behind others. This was really tricky to navigate. I knew I needed to go out easy in any 50km race as a fast start would really come back to haunt you in the later miles. However, I couldn’t end up behind hundreds of runners either. I compromised to start out faster than I wanted but not too hard. I went out just under 5min/km average for the first 4km (race goal pace was somewhere around 7min/k average or slower). Even with the “slower” start I was sitting around 70th overall for the race through the first aid station at 6km into the race.

The 10km section that was Mestachibo was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. The closest comparison in Southern Ontario is the Niagara Glen where I go outdoor ROCK CLIMBING. It was as if you were lost from the actual trail and decided to follow the water to find your way. This trail wasn’t only rocky, it was filled with BOULDERS. This section was nothing but high stepping, jumping up and down, pushing/pulling with my hands, swinging around trees just to stay upright. My feet rarely stepped on actual dirt. We had a conga line of runners power hiking their way through every crevace trying not to bail on the rocks. I did fall once and slid down a large boulder luckily did not injure anything; but that did not help my confidence over the sketchy rocks. For a better idea check out these pictures I found online of this section.

This section felt never ending. I was never happier to have had experience and strength from rock climbing as I was in this section. Another memorable part of this section was crossing two rope bridges which were super sketchy! Since we were walking the entirety of this section, I took the opportunity to ask a few guys around me about the trail and what the rest of the race looked like. One guy told me the section after the summits was quite runnable and not nearly as technical. I focused on that hope and suffered through as best I could.

We finally got out onto “normal” runnable trails a few km before the next aid station. We also ran past a really sick waterfall (Jean Larose Falls) which had 400 steps to climb (whoof) as we made our way into Mt Ste Anne.

The SECOND AID STATION was at the base of Mt Ste Anne at 17.6km. By then I was in desperate need of a water refill. The sun was starting to get to me and somehow it had taken 2hr19 to cover 17km.. both added up to burning through my water. I had the first glimpse of my cheering crew which helped energise me for what was coming up. Next up, summit the mountain (twice)!

I had no idea what I was in for. I knew we gained a huge amount of vertical in this section which I was mentally prepared for and tried to mimic in my training at K2. However, I had no idea the rocks continued.. but this time, vertical! The first summit was only a 4.4km section yet somehow took 51 minutes to cover (11:30/km). For context, one of my kilometers took 20min 35sec.

We really only ran on the grassy ski hill for less than a kilometer before turning in to the forest into more rocks. This time, they were often at waist height or similar requiring massive steps upward and clawing myself through the dirt. Hence the 20 minute kilometer. I reached the FIRST SUMMIT AID STATION to meet half of my crew who helped me refuel for the second summit.

Side note: The crew hiked up a small section of the course/ a trail that ran parallel to reach the aid station. Their 3km section was somehow over 600m of elevation gain. They also decided the best way down was to hit a black diamond route. As you can imagine they had some stories to tell.

After leaving the aid station of summit 1 the course brought us straight down the ski-run which was super steep. A weakness of mine is downhill running and it showed. In the short kilometer or two that we descended, I had several men and one female come flying past me. Luckily the second summit wasn’t nearly as hard but still technical and steep. There was a 17:30 kilometer covered during that section as well.

At the 2ND SUMMIT AID STATION I was able to see the rest of my crew (who stayed at the initial MSA aid station) who came up the gondala to cheer again. A nice boost for what was the halfway point of the race. The aid station was a bit slow here with a stockpile of runners building up as the same spot was used for both summits. I was a bit frustrated trying to fill up my water. A hop and a skip off the deck of the aid station and I was off for the second descent. Finally, onto the net downhill section of the race!

The first half of the race was so slow; it blew my mind that I was somehow only halfway done at just under 4hours into the race. I kept my mind focused on running as much of this section as I could. I was praying that the man who told me the course was runnable back at Mestachibo was right.

This section had 14 kilometers between aid stations and everyone was so stretched out at this point that it felt more like other 50km’s I have already done. This is one of my favourite parts of the trail race; when you end up by yourself and have to dig deep to see what you’re made of. This section was runnable compared to the rest of the course but still no cake walk. A mixture of single track and wider jeep like trails made up this section. Even being net downhill, there were still some decent uphills sprinkled in. I cursed these; looking at the elevation chart and asking aloud, “how is this net downhill!” This entire 14km section I only was near these 2 men who we kept trading positions; during downhills they came flying by me; then they would stop or we’d go up a hill and I would fly by past them. I joked with them but im pretty sure they didn’t understand me much with their french. Perhaps I was truely alone out there after all.

One last aid station and my awesome crew was there to help push me for the final 9km section. I was starting to feel a bit of gut rot from all the gels but, overall feeling good.

I was hoping to crush the last 9km section but, after about 2km from the aid station my stomach was feeling a bit gross so I knew not to push the pace too much or I would be walking it in. The final section still did not let up with single track covered in roots and a few climbs as well. The biggest WTF for me was the course cutting through a river crossing up to my waist deep 1 mile from the finish only to cut back over to cross the same river bed only a few hundred meters later. This meant heavy soaked shoes into the finish, for no reason!

Cutting down the end of the ski run I came around to see the finish and my full crew cheering me in 6 hours 42 minutes for the 50km race finishing 6th place female, 42nd overall.

Overall, I was really happy with my race. My hamstring never ended up bothering me after all that worry. This was by far the hardest thing I have ever done and I hadn’t been able to reach the elevation I wanted in my training runs. I had the mantra to just survive the day and I was pysched to not only survive but place in the top 10. I think most of the girls in front of me had mountains at their disposal for training and I had Hamilton. Either way, it showed me the importance of mental prep just as much as physical. I had prepared myself knowing it was going to be the hardest race of my life and the hardest terrain I had ever been on and that it was.

Onwards to training for Squamish, this time, a 50 miler!

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Refridgee-8er Race Recap

And just like that we’re back! Back to road racing for the first time since 2020 (Jan/Feb). This was the first race of the year in Ontario known for its winter conditions, and it did not dissapoint with -15 degrees at race start and long pants all around.

I decided last minute to jump into this RunWaterloo Race since my workouts have been going surprisingly well lately. Also, my longrun partner, Mitch, was racing and I could not bear a long run in these temps alone. I had a great warm-up catching up with friends including Mitch, Krista, Tina, Nick, Rob, Denise, and Melissa. It also was great chatting with runners in the community whom I have not seen in ages.

Pre-race plan was go out with the goal pace of 3:45/km as an average. I figured that was about where my fitness was today. The race was a 1.1k out and back + two 2.9km loops.

The race was off and I was able to run with the lead ladies Krista and Rachel in the 8mile before they turned around at 800m. I was not sure who was racing so I just went out on my own pace and raced from there. I was off in no-man’s land with 3 men in front of me. At our turnaround around 1.1km I spotted a few girls not that far behind me. The entire first loop I could hear the other ladies trucking along behind me, I dared not to look. Near the start of the second loop they caught me, with one male (their coach/partner) pacing the two of them. Obviously, I’m at a huge disadvantage here. Having a personal pacer who is your friend/coach is a big mental boost so I had my work cut out for me. I tried to jump in an pace off him as well but I was conflicted between staying with them to conserve energy and making moves to drop the pack. I threw in at least 5 surges to gap them 3-4 strides and everytime they were able to cover my move. A few more weeks of speed training would have really helped here but, this is all I had. It was a difficult day with the cold making it tough to breathe. I was constantly pulling my belaclava up and down the entire race. With about a mile to go, the three of them pulled away from me and I just did not have it in me to go with them. They had a great day and that was a great battle. Really the first time I’ve had to actually race for a place in a very long time (as I’m usually in no man’s land out in front or out behind in 2nd or 3rd place the entire time).

I finished the race in 30:26 for 8km, 3rd female overall. Congrats to Jessica and Allison for a great race. A great rust buster and return to the roads. I actually was so grateful to lose. It’s so good for the ego to lose sometimes. It also allowed me to continue to let go of the need to be perfect and “need to win.” I lost and the world did not end. I’m just happy to be back racing and not feel the overwhelming anxiety pre-race that had been crushing me so much in the last 5 years. It is also a great way to see where I’m at now and figure out how I should adjust my training going forward.

My next race will be Around the Bay 30km at the end of March. Looking forward to a long, hilly grind. I don’t have any expectations for myself here, I will just run and do my best on the day. I’m really looking forward to returning to trail training when the snow clears. This year I will be working towards 2 more 50km races and a debut at the 50mile distance.

Until next time, Grind on.

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2020/21 Recap: Coming Back to Life

Somehow, somewhere, I forgot to breathe…

It has been a while since my last blog and I don’t really know why. At some point in the chaos that has been the COVID-19 pandemic I lost myself; stuck somewhere between wishing things were how they used to be and worrying about the future. There was no time left for the present. I know, we’ve heard this a million times but, still somehow these things happen.

At the end of 2021 I came to the realization that somewhere, somehow, I stopped and held my breath waiting for things to get better while being frustrated when they never did. My breaking point was Summer of 2020 when I hit a big brick wall of burnout. Nothing I did was “normal” and I just wanted to “feel like myself.” I was finishing up my final year of PT school which was exhausting due to COVID uncertainty and constant last minute changes. It also involved me completely changing my busy routine of going to Toronto to school every day to now being confined to my house mostly alone for the next 7 months. My burnout reached a point where a 30 minute run was exhausting, something I could have done with my eyes closed.

I constantly battled fears of not being able to get back to running, back to the times I used to run. These fears were always in the back of my mind.

I sought out a naturopath who helped get some of my levels up (my vitamin D was low, in the middle of the SUMMER!) and we spoke about gratitude journalling and energy conservation techniques. Great, now I was at the level of activity I would recommend to post heart surgery patients… “plan your day,” or “pick the most important things earlier in the day,” and “don’t go boom or bust.” These things helped but never seemed to grab at the root cause. I barely ran for 3 straight months. I seriously contemplated quitting the sport and had accepted it by this point.

Things improved as I finally was able to start working as a physiotherapy resident. Of course, more anxiety also came from this as pretty much everyone who practices has periods of imposter syndrome wondering if they are doing a good enough job or if they have enough skills, knowledge, experience to be successful. I slowly built up over the next few months when my energy levels improved and even got back up to an 80-kilometer week. After the first 6 months, the initial shiny new bow that was starting a new job started to wear off and those feelings of fatigue crept back in.

I’m sure part of this was the constant lockdowns in Ontario which took away every glimmer of hope that things would return to “normal”… that I would return to normal. I just wanted to feel like myself again, why was I tired all the time, why did no amount of rest help, why was I so unmotivated even when I had ample time to do all the things I needed to. Laundry was exhausting, cleaning was exhausting, I just didn’t want to do anything. One of the best things I did during this time was jump feet first into climbing. Rock climbing has been such a blessing to find during this whole process. When I climb, I don’t think about everything I’m worried about, I have to focus on what to do next. I also found a great group of friends who know nothing about me as a runner which helped me let go of that sense of identity, that sense of having to be the best. We spent many beautiful weekends climbing at the Niagara Glen, which was a big step for me as I fear driving long distances alone and on unfamiliar roads.

As summer approached, I really wanted to get back to some racing. I was skeptical that road races would run with all the precautions and constant open/close state of Ontario. Instead, I signed up for a trail race, the Haliburton Forest 50k. Surely a run in the woods would be safe to actually proceed. This was going to be my first distance past the (road) marathon distance, a perfect way to ease my fears of returning to running. I still feared about my eventual return to “real racing” but knew a 50km was more about finishing than anything. I made it through a pretty consistent training cycle including two 4-hour runs and many back-to-backs (a long run + medium long run on back to back days) relatively unscathed. I rarely felt any of my pre-workout anxiety that plagued me since 2017 in road training.

As you know from Instagram, the race was a great success with help from Mitch Free as my coach for the trails. I hit all 3 goals A) Win B) Top 3 female C) Finish the 50km. I ran 5hr 16 minutes over 50km of trails and also won the race overall (no males finished ahead of me). I finished that race with tears in my eyes knowing that I was still in there somewhere, that version of myself that I knew so well was still there.

With much stress, my final licensing exam for physiotherapy was delayed last minute (some students writing the very next day) and I had to watch the chaos unfold with pure astonishment. There were no words for how deeply this impacted all of this (and me personally) as this was the 4th time it had been cancelled in the period of 7 months. With that expected time dump now gone (for some unknown time frame could be weeks or months; still remains largely unknown to the present unfortunately) I had time to train for another race. I signed up for another trail race, this time the Beav 25km (Happy Trails Racing). I called back Mitch out of retirement from my training program (by 1 week) to coach me again. Unfortunately, those few weeks of excitement eventually wore off and the fatigue started to creep back in.

I was annoyed to say the least. I had the motivation but just felt so exhausted all the time, which clearly made no sense as I just ran for 5 hours yet somehow a 1hour training run was too overwhelming for me. Mind you, fall is our busy season and I was working more hours than ever since I had started the previous November. I knew I had been helping a lot of people get better yet simultaneously felt inadequate like I wasn’t doing enough, didn’t know enough. Additionally, I agreed to help coach the Laurier Brantford XC team as assistant coach. I was really excited to help out but I constantly was overthinking what kind of coach I SHOULD be or needed to be. I felt like it was taking too much time, yet I also felt like I wasn’t giving enough of my time to it; I didn’t feel like I was that helpful or saying the right things. My energy levels were spiraling, my mind was negative… all of these things I was acutely aware of yet felt as though I had no control over. My training for the Beav was spotty, I would get overwhelmed for 2-3 days then get back on track, several times. I had terrible pre-workout anxiety for my second last workout and I couldn’t run more than 500meters…this was new.. usually it goes away once I start but not this day. I barely made it to the start line. During the race I was passed by one female which made me reevaluate my perspective. In the first 5km I had constant thoughts of dropping out, not training well enough, not feeling good enough on that day which at some point I gave myself over to gratitude, thinking: “you know what, today might not be my day which is fine, I’m just going to do what I can and run hard, not worrying about pace or placing.” I am very lucky I was able to turn my headspace around and pick up my pace. Really, I had 15 years of run training in my legs to fall back on. Of course I was excited to win but knew I was ready for time off.

>>> Fast forward to December with a week off from work (while also having a chest cold to deal with). With an unexpected additional week off of running while also being off work I think I have finally learned to breathe again. I read a lot and spent time watching real-life awe-inspiring movies that ignite that adventure fire within me. The books I have read have been “out and back” and “the practice of groundedness”. Of course each one of these could be a post in itself but, I moreso want to reflect on what  they meant to me.

OUT AND BACK: Hilary, after a near-death experience falling down a cliff while mountain running, was so fearful to begin running again. She was worried about getting back to being the kind of runner she once, which kept her from even starting. Obviously this drew direct parallels for myself. She also dug deeper to discover why this fear existed in the first place; a lot of it grew from not feeling adequate with herself, always trying to prove how good she was, prove it to everyone and to herself. True healing could not occur when she was chasing happiness from something so far outside of herself and not connecting with who she was.

THE PRACTICE OF GROUNDEDNESS: Of course, somehow I chose 2 books that overlap so unbelievely you would think it was done intentionally. Groundedness speaks of how people feel exhausted all the time, are chasing the next win with short lived happiness when they do win, and other common feelings from burnout from chasing perfection. Brad speaks from a more scientific perspective about how to achieve that feeling of being grounded and happy with life including accepting where you are, experiencing all things even bad emotions, and practicing being in the present. In working with athletes as a life coach he speaks of a paradox; the more you want something (to win etc), the further away you will be from it. In other words, constantly worrying/thinking about something in the future will take you away from the present so much so that you will certainly be a detriment to you performance. Rather, relaxing and focusing on the process and finding enjoyment in that will lead you to your best performances. Those feelings of burnout? A lack of connection with yourself and your deepest values.

After 2 years (I would argue probably 5 as I have had progressively building anxiety since then) of battling my mind, I realize I am the problem. Having the goals of “feeling like myself” or “getting back to the runner I was” are impossible asks of myself. Of course I cannot get back to some previous version of myself, that time has passed and I cannot be that same person, as I am not. People grow, experiences shape us. That doesn’t mean I cannot be better, but inevitably, I am going to be different. I have so desperately clinged to a fear of not being as good of a runner as I once was that I have made it impossible to live in the present, to accept myself where I am now. The stronger I focus on being that runner, the further I get away from actually doing so. In order to move forward I have to accept the past and the present for what it is and focus on what I can change, my behaviour. Now I wouldn’t say focusing on being positive will fix everything, as I think that is also a big part of my problem. Instead of accepting my fears and stress I tried to run away from them or ignore them. This just let them grow infinitely until they sucked all my energy. I need to feel every emotion as it is, without judgement. It is okay to feel inadequate, it is okay to feel upset, the day doesn’t need to be perfect to be a good day. I guess it’s just hard to practice this as everyone only wants to see positivity. Most of all I need to be happy with myself and what makes up my identity. No matter what I do I am going to be stubborn (just ask my climbing friends), relentless, authentic, dedicated, caring, passionate. These traits are with me no matter how I perform, what I do, how much I do. Of course I do still have goals, but I need to do a better job at making time for myself. Sitting and watching Netflix isn’t good enough, ive tried that. I realize especially since covid I have lost so much of myself: my creativity (returning to artwork), my relationship with myself (I think writing is a really important thing for me to be able to truly put words to my emotions and give them time and space and I have not writing a blog or diary or anything during these times), meditation (I have not made time to just breath and truly be calm – instead I try to fill the time with a bunch of things yet never get anything done, too much multitasking) and lack of presence (im usually OK at work with this but at home and when I’m running I have been distracted).

I think that’s why I had hated running so much lately, I haven’t been taking time to actually enjoy the run.. always thinking about what I need to do for the day instead. I hadn’t been routinely running either which makes it hard… action begets motivation not the other way around. Of course I won’t feel like running when my current default was to not run.

All these things are a work in progress and I just need to consistently give myself headspace to put these thoughts down and give them life. I am so much more than the epic shit I like to post, the mountain would not exist without the valleys and it’s important to give awareness to that.

For now, this is a start.

The biggest take away is… of course I can’t be the runner/person I used to… I’m going to be so much better, just differently.

I will be writing blogs much more consistently this year my plan is one for month. I’ll be adding a race recap post this week as well! Follow along with the journey to 50miles this year.

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2019: Tribulations and Triumphs

With the start of a new year it’s time to reflect on last year. It’s been a while since my last blog and I’m looking forward to writing more consistently this year. I treasure the mindfulness that comes with writing down my thoughts and giving them light. I also feel that it is an important part to my life to feel that I am giving back in some way by inspiring others. This one’s about sticking to your goals even when the cards are stacked against you. Let’s jump in.

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Season’s Wrap Up

Chilly 5k – yeah that’s me NOT shuffling, can you believe it?!

Hey, it’s me. I know long time right? It’s about that time for a long overdue post-season wrap up. Last blog post I just came off a huge PB in the 3000m in Ottawa and was chasing my goal of breaking 10. You know what? I never quite did hit that mark. That race in Ottawa was one of those rare moments where you don’t feel the pain of the race and you just fly. You feel invincible, like you can take on the world. Those cherished experiences are rare to come by in running, and I was lucky enough to have that several times this year – OUA XC, Ottawa, and OUA track. Each race, I crossed the finish line feeling on top of the world. Reflecting on those experiences, several things were in common. I raced with gratitude – thankful to be there and for those opportunities. I had goals but I also didn’t put pressure on myself to perform. I find these two things are somethings very conflicting – I often want to hit my goals so badly that I go the other way and under-perform. I’m still finding the right balance for myself in this aspect.

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The day I stopped saying “I can’t…”

Hey guys! Sorry I haven’t typed a blog in a while but since I’m on a 6 hour train ride back home today I guess today is a good time!

As I approached the fall leading into physiotherapy school (at the University of Toronto) I looked at my schedule.

9am class = 7:25 train from Brantford (15min drive in the morning)

8am class = 5:28 bus from Brantford + 6:20 GO train from Aldershot

I counted the hours back on my fingers, leave the house before 7, that means be finished my run shortly after 6, that means leave the house for a run at 5 or just before. “Okay,” I thought, “That’s doable.” Next, I thought about my 8am class morning. Okay, 5:28 bus, leave the house before 5, that means finish my run by 4…that means run at 3am…”3am!!” I thought, “there’s no way I can do that.” As I looked at my fall timetable, I counted up the number of days that I needed to be there for 8am, and it filled more than two hands! That’s a lot of missed opportunity, that’s a lot of missed training and wasted fitness if I decided that indeed I could NOT make that work. That’s when it hit me, Why can’t I run at 3am? What would be the problem with that, technically I could do it, it’s just whether I decided to do it or not. That’s when I decided to change my mindset, to say why not instead of “I can’t.”

Fall season ensued and I had one of the most successful running seasons to date. I was 11th at OUAs and qualified for USPORTS (CIS) whereas back in university during my undergrad I couldn’t even qualify to make OUAs as part of our “top 7 girls on the team.” I even ran a 6km race on the same course that I ran a 5km race back during those years and I actually ran FASTER for 6k vs that 5k..crazy right?! Instead of complaining about how busy I was or how hard it was to fit training into my hectic class schedule I just did the math, got up and got it done.

That season brought me some of the most joy I have felt with running in years. I realized that I was holding a big chip on my shoulder about my university running experience and racing to the ABILITY THAT I ALWAYS KNEW AND FELT I HAD. Removing that chip on my shoulder about the level of runner that I thought I was opened up my world to the kind of runner I could be, that kind of runner that I will become.

As the season ended Coach Jill asked what were my plans for track. I wasn’t sure, again my head fell back into, “I can’t run track, I’m not fast enough for that.” There it was again I can’t. But what if I could? What would I need to do? How could I make that work? How would I train on the indoor track? Instead, I said yes I can. I can run fast, I can compete with the rest. Now with a 3km personal best of 11:10 you can say I had unfinished business with the track. Over the last few years I have done 3km repeats in almost that pace back to back! Like come onnn. I started adding speed sessions once a week, I looked at my class schedule and found that once a week luckily, I had either a 2hour lunch or 2hours between class and my train home. So I COULD find time to train on the track. Instead of worrying about am I fast enough,I thought what pace do I need to hit for my interval training? 40second for 200 was 10min flat pace… I thought, 3:20/km pace I can do that, I’ve done 3:25s for 5km. The realization dawned on me, I’m going to set my goal to break 10minutes and my pb is 11:10…this is going to be a great experience.

Today, as I travel on my way home from my 2nd indoor track meet after running 10:23 last weekend and just fresh off another personal best of 10:04 today, I think of my commitment to myself. Instead of saying I can’t, why can’t I, what can I do that’s in my power to make that happen. So the next time you set goals for yourself, set bigger ones. Go for it. Why can’t you make that happen. Why can’t you perform to the level you’ve always known yourself capable of? I hope I have inspired others that if you truly love something, talent means nothing. If you work hard enough, for a long period of time, with unrelenting commitment to your art, you CAN achieve everything you’ve wanted and more. Next step, break that 10minutes.


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Stepping Out of the Comfort Zone

Wow! September is only a few days away – where did the summer go! I’ve been wicked busy this summer filling my time with meaningful experiences. Continue reading

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What a great weekend! Josh and I went away to Blue Mountain (Collingwood) for a few days while I raced the North Face Summit 700 Challenge. Blue Mountain is so beautiful and only a few hours away so why not! The Summit 700 had distances of 6k, 10k and 21k. As I found the race a few weeks ago, I tossed between the 10 and 21 but ultimately decided that I wanted to be able to walk afterwards so 10k it was!    Continue reading

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The Fallacy of Memory

IMG_20180625_190926_530Every Thursday, as I lace up my pink Skechers Go Ultra road2’s to hit another day’s mileage, I also download my favourite podcast to plug in to during my run – Malcolm Gladwell’s Revisionist history. This season (season 3) Gladwell explores the topic of memory and I find myself drawing a parallel in my own life. I find this constantly happens to me: as I am reading or learning about something, my own life provides a real-life example of that content. For example, while studying anatomy this past spring, I would read a chapter on a specific disorder and have a consultation the following week present the very same disorder. This time, the topic is memory, and how it plays tricks on us. Gladwell’s two-part episode on memory this season dives into the topic and how our memories aren’t quite as permanent as we thought – they change over time.  Continue reading

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VLOG: Hamilton Trail Adventures

Hey everyone! Thanks for tuning in! I’m feeling much better since my last post with the help of some awesome trail runs. It’s about time for another video blog! Check out today’s adventure on one of the many trails in Hamilton along the Bruce trail! 17k and just beat the rain storm of this weekend!

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