Wednesday November 29th was a good day in sports…


The Toronto Maple Leafs won their game against my 2nd favourite team – the NJ Devils, 6-5 in a <yawn> a shootout.

The Toronto Raptors defeated the Philadelphia 76′ers in their first game of the season.  I like the Raps, and really dislike the 76′ers back from Allen Iverson days… More tattoos, Allen???  I really dislike Dallembert after being a putz on Team Canada and being tossed.  No place for attitudes in Canada, dude.

The Philadelphia Phillies won just their second World Series championship in their team’s history which I believe started in, like 1883… Geez.  I am really happy for GM (and former Jays GM) Pat Gillick, and for former Jay – and Canadian – Matt Stairs!  Yay Matt!!!

What brings tears into our household…


1) Taking away the broom from 2 year old Stewie

2) Taking away the mini-vacuum cleaner from Stewie (Dust Buster)

3) Not letting Stewie brush his teeth with our electric toothbrush

See a trend here…

4) Pinching and pulling hair

5) Splashing water

All of this before 8am…

Stewie and the toddler bed


To say that Stewie turned 2 and then no longer felt a need to sleep would be an understatement.  He stopped napping, sleeping through the night and would yell “NO” upon mention of the word sleep.  So we bought him a toddler bed and that made matters worse.  The only good thing was that he didn’t know that he could simply step down from the bed and wander around the house… until this morning.  You see this morning while sitting in our bed around 6:30am with Linus, we heard the pitter-patter of little feet in the hall.  We invited Stewie into our room… He did not come.  We asked if he was outside our room… He did not reply.  And why would he?  He was in the kids bathroom putting the empty dental floss containers into the garbage can… After emptying them all over the floor.  Grrrrrrrr.  Foot after foot of floss from one end of that bathroom to the other.

Sigh.

And to think I actually couldn’t wait until he was able to get out of his room.

I did it!!!


I did it!  This morning I ran the 5k run in the Toronto Marathon and I completed the course in a personal best 34 minutes and 7 seconds.   I set a goal and I achieved it.  It went something like this;

Just under 2 years ago I herniated a disc in my back and I remember asking my physiotherapist if I would one day be able to tie my shoes on my own.  She said I would be able to do that and more.  It was at that time when I decided to try something I had never done but always thought about doing – jogging.  I remember those days when a 15 “run” was problematic – I was overheated after, my muscles tight, but I remember feeling great the next day.  After increasing my run to 20 minutes I decided to set a goal and run in the Toronto Marathon, and I remember the saleswoman at the Running Room telling me that if I out my mind to it, I could run a half marathon.  Well at that time, I was brutally unhappy in my job and trying to find cosistancy in my life – specifally with my kids, my running and my marriage.  I figured having completed my MBA, I could make this happen.  I got up to 3 times a week and one day, feeling great, I ran for 50 minutes and that was it.  30 minute runs became the norm and every now and then I would shoot up around the 50-55 minute mark, once or twice eclipsing one hour.  For the month leading up to the race, I changed jobs, got sick and had a ton of Jewish holidays which required me to do anything but running.  I started playing ball-hockey and found the sprinting done there, messes up my running – but I would figure that out.

So this morning I dragged my family up and out of the house at 7:30am in 1 degree celcius weather to drive down to the starting of the race.  I had eaten a nutrition bar and a bottle of OJ.  I stretched, pee’d and took in the sites as the just over 2500 participants started to get into position to race.  I was surprised at home many of them were in shape – skinny – with their trendy racing gear… Me?  dry-fit running shirt and shorts with my dry-fit underwear hanging below my shorts.  To keep warm, I had attached my running bib to a long-sleeved cotton shirt that my Dad liked because it had a penguin on it and he loved penguins.  My Dad passed away 6 years ago before myy kids we born.  I saw a ton of people running for loved ones who were ill or had passed away, and I felt this I needed to do this in my Dad’s honour.

The race started – the announcer called us all “athletes” and off we went.  I was towards the end of the pack when we left and got off to a decent start but as we left Queen’s Park Circle and started heading down towards the Lake I started getting passed left right and centre by all kinds of runners – young (5yrs old), old, fat, thin… I started to think that I was going to finish last, even at my faster than normal pace.  As I approached the 1/4 point I noticed a running blazing his way back on the other side, clearly on his way to complete the race (he did, in around 20 minutes).  I kept my pace downhill, looking at all the people ahead of me and the runners already on their way up, but I knew I was going to finish this race.  Once we turned and headed back towards the finish I realized that if the first half of the course was downhill, that meant the rest of the course was uphill.  As I have been pushing myself for the past few months to run harder, faster and smarter, I had no problems with the second half of the course, actually made better time, and passed a whole bunch of people who were going slowly or had stopped as a result of the incline. 

I entered Queen’s Park Circle and the race to the finish seemed to last forever.  It wasn’t until I passed the halfway mark of the circle when my overdrive kicked in and I began to boot it.  I got into the stretch run, took off my Ipod and then saw my wife, then kids cheering me on.  I smiled and waved, then put my head down and zoomed past the finish line.  34 minutes and 7 seconds, unofficially.  That is a good 10 minutes better than my best time – not that I have ever timed myself but if it took me one hour to run 7.25K and half an hour gets me around 4K, then it only makes sense that 5K would take me around 45 minutes… but not today.

After the race I met up with UrbanMummy and the kids and I got free bagels, gatorade, a medal for finishing (woo hoo) chapstick, oranges, bananas, there was coffee, chocolate milk and so much more.

We came home, I took the kids to the park, then off to swimming.  We met my in-laws for dinner, picked up our nanny from her weekend abode, then home to shower and bed.

What a difference 6 months makes…


6 Months ago, a crappy run for me would have been 15 minutes tops.  Tonight?  A crappy run – one where I can’t concentrate, get my rythem, find a good tune on my ipod, or get that good feeling – is 45 minutes. 

No running tomorrow, then I get to run for the first time in the morning without my ipod… gulp.  Wish me luck.