Spikes? check. Passport? check. Nerves? Check!

3 hours down, 14 to go until I hit 28 degree heat... not too bad compared to the -16 degree weather I started in this morning

That's right people, I'm on my way to my first international competition!

It certainly wasn't easy getting here- trying to balance running with cross-country skiing, training in snow storms, taking a full week off to recover from pneumonia, treadmill running- all I can hope now is that I did something right between all of that and am now fully prepared to race.

Nervous? Yes.

Excited? Hell yes.

I've never ran in this kind of heat. I've never ran with this level of competition. And I've never ran with 'Canada' emblazoned across my chest. Whatever happens, this is certainly going to be an experience. I can't wait.

Oh, and I haven't mentioned what comes after my race in Trinidad...

Am I staying down South for a little vacation?

No.

Am I heading home to get some rest?

No.

Am I heading to Quebec for Cross Country Ski Nationals?

That's right...

I'll be going straight from running in the heat of Trinidad to skiing in the cold of Quebec... with only one day spent flying to seperate the races. Yeah that's going to be an interesting ski race...

But whatever, I can rest when I'm old. I love racing and certainly enjoy this semi-glamorous lifestyle for a teenager.

So wish me luck people, the biggest race of my sixteen year life is taking place in 3 days.

 Let's go Team Canada!

One Week to Race Day!

And the count down is on.

1 week from today I'll be racing in the blistering heat of Trinidad,

Should be an interesting transition from the snow squalls I'm enjoying today...

But to compensate for this crazy climate change I've been making my treadmill workouts a little more interesting...

T-shirt+long sleeve shirt+hoodie+nylon jacket with shorts+tights+tracks pants,

Yeah, as if running in place on the treadmill like a hamster on a wheel wasn't fun enough, now I'm doing climatization work!

...Nothing more fun than sweating out a few pounds of fluid while the other gym members stare at you like there's something wrong with you

No big deal, I think one of the most important parts of being a serious athlete is having no shame. At all.

Anyways, hopefully in 1 week I'll be seeing all of my fun paying off in that 4 km race along with the rest of my team

Let's go Canada!

On the Mend

So, I've finally broken off my rocky relationship with the Couch. Thats right people, my days of watching Friends reruns and bad talk shows are finally finished!

Or so I hope...

Tomorrow I'm heading in to see the doctor for some blood tests to see if my lymph nodes (at least I think that's what they're called) are back up. Cross your fingers guys!

Meanwhile, the lovely -15 degree weather of Newfoundland, along with that wonderful wind that comes to those of us so blesssed to live on the coast, isn't allowing me to venture outside much. But I fly out in a week so obviously I'm sucking it up and ignoring my great hate for the Treadmill.

Thats right, today I was lucky enough to spend a full hour with my frenemy, the Treadmill. Gotta love living in a small town- indoor tracks? Pffffffft who needs em? Yup, nothing beats being a serious athlete in a small town...

Sure would be nice to have a training partner or two though...

Oh the woes of the small town athlete! You big city runners are probably laughing at such a thing... Whatever, I know there's more of my kind hidden in the tiny towns all across the globe...

We should have some sort of alliance, right? Yeah we definately need to get working on that...

Battling the Running Addiction

So first of all, 10 days from now I will be high in the sky on my way to Trinidad to represent Canada at the NACAC Cross Country Championship...

4 days ago I was at the hospital with a fever of 104 where a chest x-ray determined that I have...

Yep, you guessed it- Pneumonia.

I'm pretty sure I'm living through every runner's nightmare right now- Months of pounding pavement in hail storms, sweating through core circuits in the basement, and countless lost toenails about to swirl down the drain right before the Big Day.

Any runner who has ever been sick can relate to the unescapable internal battle that is on constant replay in your head:

Am I really too sick to run?

I don't feel thaaaaaat bad...

So I'm hacking up phlegm and have trouble standing up, no big deal!

Wait... if this one run causes me to completely relapse I'll be stuck inside for another week!

That's it I'm going to lie here and not move until I'm completely recovered!

But I'm losing all of my hard-earned fitness!

...You get the idea. And you probably understand why I, an open anti-treadmillist, must haul together every ounce of my will power not to step onto my mother's treadmill that is calling me from the corner.

...I had a weak moment yesterday but I didn't have my left shoe laced up before I was caught red-handed and sent back to my new worst enemy- the couch.

Yup, it's a brutal battle that every runner will surely face at some point...

My name is Jillian and I have a running addiction.