First Easter in 11yrs and I Spent it Training... Sunday, March 27

Coach Perez wants me to incorporate more running into my training and less weights.

"Can you run?", he had once asked me.  "Sure, I can", I told him and with that I headed out for a run tonight.

I ran 20.39kms.

Tonight's run was most definitely fueled by the guilt I felt of having over indulged on some chocolate Cadbury caramel eggs.  I don't buy sweets, I don't buy ice cream and I don't even buy crackers anymore because I have absolutely no control when it comes to control my cravings.  "Everything in moderation" they say but eating a full box of crackers from start to finish in one sitting or eating a whole tub of ice cream is far from moderation.  No control so if it's out of sight then it's out of mind.

Tonight's distance was actually dictated and fueled by three things:

1.  Guilt

I had eaten more chocolate Cadbury caramel Easter eggs than I wanted to admit so I decided that if I could eat that many calories than I could go out and burn that same amount of calories.  Not too sure just how many calories those eggs packed on me but my run burned a bit under 1,200.

I only did core at weight training today because I said I was going on a long run.  If I wasn't going to go running then I would have done legs and hit the heavy bag.  But by the time I came home, showered, ate, and finished doing some work online, it was already dark.  The part of the Pan Am path by Cabbagetown here is poorly lit so it's super dark and I've yet to pass anyone on it even during the day.  However, I had told others that I was going running and so there was that sense of accountability mixed with guilt if I let the dark scare me off.

2.  Competition

Queen Spar, my main sparring partner, had posted on Facebook that she ran 20kms today and as much as her hard efforts and dedication inspire me they also pose as perfect competition to get my butt out the door and train harder.  Additional competition formed tonight while out running.  A fellow female runner passed by me right about when I was contemplating whether or not to turn around and run back or continue straight and take a bus back (my attempt at avoiding boredom on the run).  I continued on for about half a kilometer, not even, and then decided passing that girl would be my goal.  Turned around and chased her down.  And yes, I definitely passed her.

3.  Fear

Canada is clearly not Korea and I live in Cabbagetown, an area where a double stabbing and even me almost getting robbed have marked this place definitely shady in comparison to Korea.  I still don't feel totally comfortable walking around at night and even in the daytime I am sometimes uneasy.  I definitely feel like I have to be more aware of my surroundings and those around me than I did in Korea.  There are way too many random attacks here, it blows my mind.  Anyways, the idea is to keep on running and don't stop, this way if someone wants to attack me they have to first catch me!