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Of Half-Marathons & Cookies

Remember when I said I wanted to run a half-marathon this June? Well, I did this past weekend.
I woke up early last Sunday, went up to UBC and run all the way back with thousands of others in the Scotiabank Vancouver Half Marathon.
It was a good run, I wasn’t expecting that and yet it was the first time I’d really felt good about running in a long time.
It reminded me of when I used to run the Capital Crescent Trail over a decade ago, running was fun back then.
I barely trained for this run, I started out with good intentions however in the end I ran about five times over four months and never ran beyond 7kms.
I wish I had trained, because although this was the most fun I’ve had running in a while, it didn’t feel whole, you get so much more from training – plus I could have done better.
I don’t know how I get back to that, but I want to enjoy running again.

Half-Marathon Shirt
Sun 26 Jun ~ 3 Sun 26 Jun ~ 1

For the past couple of days I’ve been thinking about… maybe aiming for a marathon next year.
Yes, I want to run a marathon!
I can’t even begin to fathom how I’d go about training for that, but one thing I know for sure is that, when I write about doing something on this blog, I usually end up doing it.
For those of you running types out there, here’s how I’ve fared in the three half-marathons I’ve ran over the past five years.
Year —- Time —— Pace(KM)
2007 — 2:06:12 —- 5:59
2008 — 2:20:39 —- 6:40
2011 — 2:18:49 —- 6:35

I’d like to be better, maybe finish under 2:00 hrs; and I won’t get there by not training.
I’m really glad I did this run; it’s awoken a passion (for running) I haven’t felt in a long time and that’s a good thing.

176/365 Almond-Coconut Oatmeal Cookies #mostly365

I made these awesome post-workout cookies on Saturday before the race.
I knew I was going to get pretty ravenous after the race, the last time I binged on bagels and bananas, this time I wanted to make something special.
I’ve been meaning to make these cookies for a while now, it includes all my favourite things; coconuts, almonds, oats and bananas.
This is perhaps my best cookie yet, it’s chewy and soft, and the flavours are just oh so wonderful.
The recipe is adapted from this recipe, which doesn’t have banana in it, but I decided to throw in my sad browning banana and that’s what makes the perfect post-workout cookies.
I had a couple of cookies after my big run, and then more throughout the day – I couldn’t help it, they’re sooo good!
I’ll definitely be making these again soon.

Almond Coconut Cookies On Baking Sheet

Oatmeal Coconut & Almond Cookies (Adapted from Eat Good 4 Life)

  • ¼ cup olive oil
  • 1 medium banana
  • 2 tablespoons honey
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 3-4 tablespoons almond milk (or soy or coconut or cow’s or whatevs…)
  • 3 tablespoons sugar
  • 1 cup rolled oats
  • 1 ¼ cup whole wheat pastry flour (regular whole wheat flour works too)
  • 1 scant teaspoon baking soda
  • ½ cup unsweetened shredded coconut
  • ½ cup sliced almonds
  • ¼ teaspoon of salt
  • ½ teaspoon of nutmeg (optional)


  1. Preheat oven to 350 F.
  2. Line cookie sheets with parchment paper and set aside.
  3. Mash banana with a fork and combine in a mixing bowl with olive oil, honey, vanilla milk and sugar, and mix well.
  4. Add the dry ingredients (that’s the remaining ingredients) and mix well with a spatula.
  5. Make sure the dough sticks together, depending on the kind of flour you use; you may need to add a few tablespoons of milk or flour (until cookie dough consistency is reached)
  6. Place spoonfuls of dough 2 inches apart and flatten slightly with a fork (mine didn’t spread much during baking)
  7. Bake for 10 – 15 minutes or until they begin to brown around the edges.
  8. Cool cookies in cookie sheets for about 5 minutes and transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.

Almond Coconut Cookies Freshly Baked

Running – Take Two

I want to run a half marathon this June.
Yes, I go through this every year, and I’ve failed miserable these last two years.
I want to say this year would be different yet I don’t know that for sure, but I’m going to try.


I learned the hard way that the key to running a safe and successful race is training.
I started a training schedule this week; I’m starting off slow…
On Monday I went for a brisk five-kilometre walk.
On Tuesday, I turned up the music and danced, for an hour.

I ran a slow and steady five kilometres last night towards Coal Harbour and back.
Tonight I skipped (as in the skipping rope), and tomorrow I’ll try some hot yoga or floor exercises.
I plan on doing a longer ten kilometres on Sunday.


I remember the immense pride I felt from running my first half-marathon, and the disappointment of the second year because I didn’t train.
I really want it to be different this time, I want to be prepared, ready and confident.
Here’s to trying!

On Seeing Again

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Oh these old glasses…
These were the first prescription glasses I wore.
The prescriptions may have changed a few times but these frames were my very first.
I got them about eleven years ago, and as I recall they were quite expensive.
They were probably the most expensive thing I purchased with my own money then – and it made me miss my dad for a second.

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I’m one of those people who found out I needed corrective lenses by accident; I always thought I had 20/20 vision.
I went in for a routine exam and was shocked to discover I couldn’t see that well after all.
Things seemed so much clearer after I got my glasses, and I mean that figuratively too.

Suddenly, buildings, signs, landscapes, people all seemed clearer, crisper –
the scary part was these things looked fine to me back when I didn’t know I had poor eyesight.
The guy didn’t look anything like the guy I thought I was in love with, it really blew my mind and things were never the same again.
I recently read a story about the child who gets glasses for the first time; sees a tree and goes“So that’s what they look like”

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Outfit Details: Grey Dress – Old Navy (I’ve had it since 2006), Tights – Hue, Rain boots – Benetton, Necklace – My grandma, Eyeglasses – Donna Karan

In other unrelated news, I’m debating running a half-marathon in June.
I seem to go through this every year
I went to Eat! Vancouver and EPIC Expo over the weekend.
Can I just say re: Eat! Vancouver that the new convention centre is probably not the right location for this type of event.

Granville Bridge

The folks from Run to End Poverty were at EPIC, which got me thinking that maybe, just maybe… I could run the Scotiabank Vancouver Half Marathon

Maybe if I took the next few weeks to train.
I’m giving myself until tomorrow to decide, it’ll be tough, training wouldn’t be easy; I haven’t ran (properly) since last October.
It’ll be a challenge, and maybe that’s just the challenge I need to start getting fit again.
We’ll see.

On the run

I know I sound like a broken record now!

Every year for the past two years, I’ve been whining about how I’m out of shape and unprepared to run the Scotia Bank half-marathon.

I don’t train, run anyway and always do poorly; this is obviously madness, I seem to be doing the same thing over and over again hoping for a change in outcome.

I want to say things are going to be different this time, I probably said that last year too, you know… the road to hell isn’t paved with hellish intentions.

mosaic7007554I again debated not running this year, it seemed like the sensible thing to do but I’m also thinking that the race is two months away and if I started training now, I could very well do it, but only if I trained.

This month’s Runner’s World had an encouraging feature for beginners; I almost wish I was new to running. I’m not one of those people who love to run, I tolerate it at best and my biggest hurdle is getting out the door.

But I’ve never regretted going for a run neither have I ever been on a run and wished I were home in bed. I guess I miss the way running made me feel. Maybe if I romanticize the run enough I’ll be inspired to try again.

I’ve hidden behind so many excuses; I’ve come up with rational reasons why I spend my Saturday mornings watching TV instead of being out there. There’s something refreshing about being a new runner; as with every new beginning there’s little baggage – I’m already trying to figure out how to get back to my old pace.

I want to train well for the half-marathon. I’ve started small, I went for two long walks this week; I did the entire seawall. It was refreshing and inspiring; there were dozens and dozens of people running and everyone looked good. In fact, I’ve come up with a theory that everyone looks good running.

I’ve read stories of runners, who face tremendous adversities, overcome and return to running. I just want to be one of those who gave up for a while and returned, because I believe running saved my life (but that’s another story) and it’s important that I keep on.

The Boston Marathon is on Monday, Boston Billy (Billy Rodgers) is back after a decade off.

I want to run a marathon one day.

How not to run a half marathon

Finish lineI wouldn’t advise anyone to run a half marathon without training.

I did it and I paid dearly for it, I’m still paying for it.

I wasn’t anywhere close to beating my last year’s time; it was rather silly of me to think that I could.

This was the longest 2hrs 20mins 39secs of my life! The first 10kms was bearable, I made good time and I even got a little cocky… I imagined I’d call up friends and inform them I was right in a middle of a half marathon.

It got hellish during the next 11kms, I got tired and started lagging – I didn’t push too hard because I knew my breathing would suffer and then I wouldn’t be able to run at all. Instead, I dragged myself and tried to breathe steadily and think happy thoughts.

My bib Crossing the finish line Finishers Tired
1:47.35 5kers 1:48.15 Medal

The inclines almost killed me, I almost stopped at one point – the only reason I kept going was because I didn’t want to fail. I didn’t even realize this until after I’d finished.

I was in the crowd watching the finishers – a woman was visibly upset, crying and struggling to get to the finish line, almost as if she was being forced. This very excruciating scene led me to ask, “Why doesn’t she just stop?”

“Because she doesn’t want to be known as the quitter” was what someone said.

That was it!

It was the fear of being labeled a quitter that goaded me into finishing the race.

I finished, I could barely stand afterwards and everything hurts now.