It's not always a competition!

But really it is! Nobody likes losing. it's a sign of poor work ethic and self loathing.
Except the rare occasion when I am losing...that's when you'll hear me screaming 'fuck off! it's not a god damn competition!' ...usually to my dad, who then tells me to watch my language, but stops commenting on how slow I'm running.
Everything I do is a competition. It's just the way I am. I time myself whenever I bike to clinical in the morning (28 mins there, 30 mins back today), whenever I see another runner ahead of me on the sidewalk I pump up the ipod and try my hardest to 'approach, pass, laugh, repeat'. I push myself hard. sometimes to the point where i finish a 4 hour run and lie on the living room floor for an hour shivering, too nauseous to get up and get a drink of water. I keep track of all my training online and I write down everything i eat and drink - not that that helps me much since i reallllly love my carbs and candy, but at least I think about not eating that extra handful of jujubes for a second before jammin them all into my mouth at once!
Today I lost a competition for a job with my friend. When I see her next I will congratulate her and pretend I didn't really want the job. and when i see you again, I will pretend I'm not upset about what happened.
Until then I will run. and bike. and swim. and forget about that job I didn't really want.

According to my online training log, this month I've been busy! Much much busier than I was in the winter months!! yay for sunny days and warm rain!

May Monthly Totals:
Running: 140Km
Cycling: 305Km
Swimming: 7.65 km

What have you done???? :P

Once upon a time a young girl moved to the big city. The big city where no one has breakfast at Tiffany's and no one has affairs to remember...

In a city like this you can have it all. an apartment with a great view of the city line. fabulous friends. friends that always take your side. groceries delivered right to your 11th floor apartment any time of the day. free waffles and massages after a run. street meat at every corner. But does having it all mean having someone to share it with? Or does it mean being independent? And when those affairs, like hotels, go from elegant with crystal to seedy with plastic cups what's left? And who the hell cares anyways because really, the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

OK Toronto cyclist...who wants to make some money?????

I am in desperate need of a road bike for this weekend. I am participating in the ride for heart and seriously do NOT want to ride all 75K on my shitty beater of a mountain bike. I have called around to bike shops in the area and they do not rent out road bikes. I don't need anything fancy, just something that rides a lil better than what i have now. It's for a good cause and I'll pay you for the use of the bike for the day...any takers? puhleaseeeeee!
otherwise i'll let you know how it goes with the oldie