Random musings & rants of a girl who is attempting to do and have it all while raising her little person.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

77 Days

At the suggestion of my BFF, I've committed to the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront (Half) Marathon on October 14th.  If I tell people, I'll feel accountable (or so I'm told).

So, I have 77 days to train my body and mind that I can once again run 21.1kms.  My running efforts this season have been lacking but now I have no choice.  I'm committed.  I'm gonna do it.

Unfortunately, this likely means that I won't be walking in the Weekend to End Women's Cancers this September.  I was training for this same half marathon last year but the walk absolutely destroyed my hips & feet and I just couldn't recover in time.  I knew that if I did it, I'd likely do permanent damage.

I'll be heading out tomorrow for a 10km run.  I hope I make it.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Before M, there was C...


Long before M (surprisingly...  or perhaps shockingly?) came into the picture, there was sweet ol' Cear.  This girl owns my heart and as we near her 13th birthday and reel from a bit of a scare, I think it's only worthy that she get some special recognition.

I've only ever known 3 dogs in my life and really, I don't remember much of the first as she passed away when I was 3 or 4.  When I was in grade 1, we adopted a little Shih Tzu who became Missy.  Not going to lie or wax poetic because we were all pretty certain that she did not love me as much as I loved her.  She was admittedly my brother's dog.  We had to make the big decision for her during the summer before my 3rd year of university and we were all devastated.

One year later, Cear came into my life.  I was going into my last year of university and didn't appreciate how much that 12lb ball of fluff would change my life.  12lbs became 75lbs and university in Guelph became a job and later a career in Toronto.  She sat beside me during break ups & hook ups, friendships and relationships, a divorce, a new forever, a pregnancy and she has now endured the love of a little human brother.

I used to always vow that if and when I had a child, he or she would NEVER grow up without a pet.  Now that I've been through it from the parent side of things, I know this is absolutely a non-negotiable for me.  While M has pestered her and often ignores her, he is smitten and in love with his "sister" as he affectionately calls her.

About 5 weeks ago, Cear ate half of one of my shirts.  ATE.  This isn't uncommon and she typically throws the item up or passes it within 2 weeks.  After a number of various mini events, I took Cear back to the vet for an x-ray and we made the decision to do exploratory surgery today.  They removed the tee and some plastic that may or may not have been Tupperware.  She's recovering well and I cannot wait to bring her home tomorrow.

Cear is one amazing dog.  She's in exceptional health and at 13, she isn't showing too many signs of age.  Okay, I lie.  She's got a white face, appears to be deaf and sleeps a lot more than before but she's still pulling her normal stunts like throwing benders at the cottage, swimming and obviously, getting into trouble.

Happy 13th birthday to my best girl!