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At the beginning of last month, I wrote about being in the early days of the Couch to 5K running program. And this morning, I finished!

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I really didn’t think I’d finish. Athletics and I have never mixed. But as I wrote in the other entry, I found a surprising appeal about running – the outdoors, the solitude, the time to think and to catch up on podcasts (something I stopped doing when I no longer had to commute to work).

Even though I’ve finished, I’m hesitant to call myself a runner. I still find it mostly difficult. I don’t think my form’s all that good, I’m probably not “fueling” my runs as well as I could be, and my legs and my lungs disagree about how quickly I can run. I see other runners flying by me on the street and I still think I’ll never be like them. I read running blogs and feel like I need a Runner to Average Person dictionary.

But on the other hand, I have come a long way since the day running five minutes nonstop was a triumph. I won’t be running 5K races anytime soon, but now I have a good framework to improve within. I run to discover new areas of my neighbourhood, to spend some time working over certain thoughts, to listen to podcasts that make me laugh to myself in the middle of the street. Those are the things that keep me going, rather than the invented pressure to be a certain kind of runner.

I’m going to take a few days’ break from running, think about what I want to do next. It’ll be interesting to see how I approach running now that there’s no longer a set schedule I have to stick to, when it’s just me and my moods and whims.

And now that the C25K program is officially complete, it seems a good time to ease back into the other, similar structure of daily writing, too!

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There’s a new entry up at Lumisilla mailla.

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Another fairly spontaneous AutoShare rental, another beautiful trip out of town. This time to the Dundas Valley Conservation Area, which the Hamilton Rail Trail runs through.

Just me, my husband, our dog, a horse now and then. Silence and trees all around us. I could get used to weekends like this.

Coming back to the city is always an adjustment, even if we’re only gone a few short hours. Summers for me mean balancing my fairly small (but persistent) Ontario wanderlust with the realities of living in the middle of Canada’s largest city – and having no plans to leave anytime soon.

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The period in my younger life that I spent here, sitting outside the Green Bean with a friend, walking across the boulders at the shore, is relatively short. I wonder why it had such a lasting effect, all these years later. I used to daydream about the place when I lived in Calgary, and now that I live here again, I feel odd if I don’t go at least every couple of months.

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Maybe it’s the historical homes near the lake. Maybe it’s the downtown area itself, which can trick you into believing that Oakville is a small town. Maybe it’s something else entirely. Either way, I never tire of it.

I’ve written about it before, here and here.

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A month after it was given to me as a birthday gift from some lovely friends, I finally used the beautiful antique cup and saucer above. I’d been saving it for a special occasion, but was too impatient and decided that a pot of tea and a pile of magazines on a chilly day was just the thing.

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In clearing out some old photos from my computer the other day, I found a dancing Ellie from 2011. Some of you may remember it from the blog I wrote prior to this one.

She’s much less patient with my photo-taking these days. Her new game is waiting patiently for me to focus my camera, then running away an instant before the shutter button is pressed.

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There’s a new entry up at Lumisilla mailla!