My sister, here for a weekend visit, treated me to an early birthday present: a pair of spankin’ new Nike runners. Let me pause for a moment so I can declare to the blogosphere that the woman is a goddess and I am grateful to have her as both sister and friend. Truly.
I took the shoes out for a test run this afternoon in this surprisingly gorgeous early spring weather. They fit like a dream, and I am loving the Nike + iPod sensor I picked up for it. But LORD LOVE A DUCK my legs are killing me tonight! My run/walk in blazing afternoon sun (BIG mistake, rookie!) was about 17 minutes in total, and maybe five of those minutes comprised of actual running.
See, I haven’t been out running in well over a year. And admittedly, I never ran much before that. I tried at least seven times in the last five years but the best I’ve been able to do is 1K of the Run for the Cure 5K. Chalk it up to lack of training, lack of time, lack of motivation, and those nagging voices from the past that told me I was uncoordinated and unathletic, and that’s why I was always picked last on any team at school (except that time in Grade Six when I had a few stellar dodgeball performances.)
If there’s anything that gets on my nerves, it’s unfinished business. This is one goal I want to place a check mark beside once and for all: run a damn 5K! I’m not trying to make believers out of anyone: I just want to prove this one to myself, that yes, I can do it!
The key to accomplishing any goal is proper planning, so I plan to diligently follow my Nike Walk-to-Run online program, record my progress, shut out those stupid negative voices from the past and try not to get discouraged. First, I have to master running 3K by the end of June. Then I can tackle 5K. And then maybe, just maybe, I’ll actually be able to RUN in the Run for the Cure this time around!
And in honour of my beautiful sister, the Juliana Hatfield Three!
Sad news from the Toronto Maple Leafs tonight: Brian Burke’s son Brendan died from injuries suffered in a car crash in Indiana. He was 21.
It was just over two months ago that ESPN’s John Buccigross had a terrific profile on the relationship between Brendan and his father, his hockey career, and coming out. I particularly loved this quote from Brian: “I wish this burden would fall on someone else’s shoulders, not Brendan’s. Pioneers are often misunderstood and mistrusted. But since he wishes to blaze this trail, I stand beside him with an axe! I simply could not be more proud of Brendan than I am, and I love him as much as I admire him.”
It’s a shame we’ll never know how far down that trail Brendan would go.
Crane at Ladies… wrote a sweet tribute to him then. So I’m thinking of her tonight, those in Leafs Nation, and most importantly the Burke family.
Sources say defenseman Dion Phaneuf is on his way to Toronto in a trade that will send Ian White and Matt Stajan to Calgary. I can live with losing Stajan, as I figure the odds of him resigning with the Leafs this summer are “meh” at best.
But here’s the part I love: Toskala to the Ducks for J-S Giguere. I don’t even care that JSG is a shadow of his former self in some ways, because it’s another chapter in The Asinine Moves of John Ferguson Jr. behind us.
These trades send a clear message from Brian Burke that the Leafs (finally!) mean business. This won’t be the last of the eyebrow-raising moves (Ron Wilson? Are your bags packed?) but it’s a shame these moves won’t translate into any sort of postseason success this year.
Clara Hughes holds the distinction of being both a Summer and Winter Olympic medalist. Now she gets to carry the flag on February 12 when the Games open in Vancouver. This inspirational woman has an amazing work ethic, so who could imagine anyone else representing our true north strong and free?
(Well, CBC had a few suggestions, but I digress.)
All hope of Johnny Damon returning in pinstripes has been essentially abandoned, as the New York Yankees have reportedly reached a one-year agreement with outfielder Randy Winn.
Winn had stints in Tampa and Seattle but has spent the last five seasons with the Giants, with a career .286/.344/.418. I also realize he’s 35, but nevertheless it provides Joe Girardi with a few options in the outfield along with Granderson, Gardner and Swisher.
(I look at those three names together, and it’s like a Triumvirate of Awesome. How many weeks until spring training, again?)
And so it is with mixed feelings that I say goodbye to Johnny Damon, who can go back to growing the grotesque beard that made me loathe him back in 2004 (don’t worry, Johnny. I saved my very special hate for Schilling…) I will miss his bat, but I will not miss that jeezly arm in left field. Oy.
The LoHud’s Chad Jennings breaks the deal down here.
And yes, I’m home from my trip to the Wild Canadian West. Calgary was alright. Vancouver, on the other hand, was amazing. I would have moved yesterday if real estate wasn’t so obscenely expensive. Well, that, and I’d have to get the family to agree to uproot. Ah, well. The hockey game? Most excellent! Expect a recap over at Ladies… sometime Friday.
- I kind of want to see Dwayne Johnson in “Tooth Fairy“. More than so “Avatar”. Way more. I’m weird that way.
- My new Ladies… post is up and can be found here.
- Speaking of my girls, Minda had a great post back in December over at Getting To First Base about minor league ball players and the money they make, or rather, the lack thereof. Please give it a read when you get a chance. It surprised me, to say the least.
- My brother called tonight. He lives in Calgary, where I will be visiting in a couple of days for the first time ever. He managed to get his season tickets back – long story – but to make it short we’ll be taking in the Pens/Flames game on Wednesday night. This will be my first live NHL experience and I can’t wait! It’s rather fitting that I’ll be taking in my first game with the only sibling that ever had any interest in hockey in my family. I have great memories of Saturday nights in our basement, watching the Canadiens on a black and white TV with fuzzy reception via rabbit ears. Sometimes the audio would be out so we’d have Radio Canada calling the game in the background on the AM dial. Good lo-tech times!
- I finally addressed the Kathleen Edwards deficiency in my record collection and picked up “Failer” at lunch (yes, I’m one of those gals that still buys her music) Eight years old and already sounds like a classic album.
Catch you in a few weeks (with, hopefully, Flames pics!)
Randy Johnson announced his retirement tonight. While his stint in pinstripes disappointed me, I must admit the man was an intimidating pitcher in his day, and I am still pissed off over 2001.
But never mind the five Cy Youngs, 2002 triple crown and that perfect game he pitched at the age of 40 against the Braves. I will always remember him for this:
It’s probably just as well there’s no audio.