Done . . . and now I'm drinking

Sooo . . . I beat my personal record by 2 minutes . . . not bad until you consider that last time I was limping on a buggered knee. But I was doing really well and could have finished in 4:47 until I realized that other than seeing the guy pooping behind a tree, I hadn't absorbed much of the marathon. I slowed it down and enjoyed myself . . . and I'm pretty proud of that.

Scott did amazing beating his goal by 13 minutes . . . he finished at 4:02. He's got a bit of a huge head about it, so I'm still rubbing it in his face that I have completed two while he's only finished one. I have to take what I can get.

Dublin is quite nice, but I'm looking forward to getting into the smaller cities. We visited the Guiness factory the day before the race, and it almost killed me to have to give back half of the free glass of Guiness at the top. Fortunately, I've made it up by drinking oodles of cider today. We've also hit Dublin Castle and a really cool jail. Tomorrow we fly to Edinburgh and hopefully we can start posting more regular.

Dublin Weather for Race Day

sex vs. eating

So according to Caloriecount.com, an hour of moderately vigorous sex will burn 100 calories an hour. Eating will burn 115 calories an hour. I don't think I need to say anything else about this.

Cross Country Skiing

Okay, finally I can say hard work has paid off. Last year, I made a rather silly investment in cross country skies. I rented them once, loved it and then shelled out the cash to get my own. Well, then I hated it! It was bloody hard!

But I took another lesson on the weekend, and it wasn't painful. In fact, it was actually fun. These mountains that used to stress me out, were little tiny hills! And I actually could get going instead of shuffling along. It was amazing!

And on anther note! I have officially raise $1200! Only $4900 to go! The most amazing thing is the support I have been getting from people. Really, after getting some of the donations that I have got, there is no way I can't do this now. I have finish otherwise I will be letting them down!

New fundraiser!

I've officially reached the 10 per cent mark on my fundraising! Only $5490 to go! What a ridiculous thing to get my self into. But as you can see from the baskets on the side, I am now selling Valentine's baskets. They're $35 and are either a basket of honey-based skin care products or a basket of honey and honey-based edible products and candles. And they come in a beautifully decorated basket. Please let me know if you're interested. Deadline for orders is February 9th!

What was that?

Oh! I think my toe just frooze off.

Running in the cold is a crazy, crazy activity. So why was I then running like Randy in "A Christmas Story" at 8:30 on Saturday morning? You remember! He's the little brother that is so bundled up in the red snow suit that he can't put his arms down.

And just incase I didn't learn my lesson, I was back out doing five kms on Saturday with the temperature a whooping -28 Celcius without the windchill.

There's something in Canadian's blood that just won't admit defeat. At least in Western Canada . . . we just cannot admit that our idiot forefathers and foremothers settled in one of the crappiest weather places EVER! Oh we always say at least there aren't tsunamies or hurricanes or earthquakes or really dangerous weather. HELLO! Did you happen to hear about the worst blizzard in 50 years hitting Saskatoon this week? If that wasn't dangerous, then what is? Apparently running in artic temperatures isn't dangerous??? Ahhh . . . at least there is this old excuse: Well, it might be -40 below but at least we have sunshine. Yeah. So does California.

I'm such an ass!

Okay, it was 6:02 p.m. on Tuesday when I decided I should go online and check to see where my uni class was. Yeah . . . it started at 6 p.m. so I frantically grab my stuff and race over to Campbell High School, where class is being held for some reason. I get there at 6:15, barge in and realize why it's happening at Campbell: It's a class for high school kids to get a jump on their university credits! I am easily 10 years older than everyone in class, and I am thinking that I need to check the professor's birth certificate too. There are a total of three "real" university students in the class!

But my sad story doesn't end there! As I grab my handouts and sink down in a desk at the back of the class, I look down at my bunny hug (for my faithful readers outside of Saskatchewan, that's a hoodie). I had made some really good chocolate pudding for supper. So good that I apparently needed to bring it with me because I had it all down my arm and right side of my body. It looked like BLOOD! It was so gross!