This week was a busy one, a disappointing one (you all know what I’m talking about) and a beautiful one for my growth as a runner.

I loathed running back in the day, and I’m talking the amount of distain that you might dislike cauliflower or the word moist. But now, I’m kind of seeing the appeal…kind of.

Monday. Well today is generally a pretty easy day school wise. But I did have a paper to finish and dishes to do, but for some reason I was having a good morning and this run was pretty good. Nothing to exciting. The gym wasn’t actually too hot, probably because it was warm outside so they decided to turn off the heat.

Wednesday. Oh Wednesday, oh post American election day. I had a meeting between my morning and afternoon class and didn’t bring enough food to school and there was a damper on the day because of the events happing the U.S. It also suddenly got colder (not freezing as people from the GTA think) but any change in weather affects my lungs. With all of these circumstances I didn’t have the most positive run. the gym was incredibly hot, I started sweating as soon as I walked up the stairs to the treadmill and was just overall not in good mindset. I almost quit at 30 minutes but thought I would continue for the whole time.

Friday. I decided to run outside this day. I had played laser tag the night before and had a wonderful time and we also had a rad feminist mixer. Both outings I ate wheat which I did at my own risk fully knowing that I had to run the next day. But it was great. I was so surprised at the relative ease that my feet hit the pavement and the fact that my lungs weren’t nearly as sore as they usually are when I got outside in the North. Of course, my lungs were still a bit sore because the cold will do that you. I explored some back streets where I had never been before and to be quite honest I was a lot faster than I am when on the treadmill. I may have to start running outside on a permanent basis from here on out (we’ll see) but I rather enjoy it so much more then staring at the same tree from my treadmill at the gym. I also enjoy not sweating as just getting to the treadmill so that’s always a plus.

If you have a case of the Sundays here is picture of my kitty to make you feel better:img_4567


Week 5

So week five has come and gone. I started this week excited that it was FINALLY going to be November! Which means many assignments, upcoming finals but also one of two of my favourite things; Christmas decorating and finding the PERFECT gift for my loved ones.

Monday , Halloween. Yes I’m 90 and did not go out for Halloween because I was baking cookies and watching parks and rec. I had a decent run, it was quite a long run and also a really hot one. I’m not sure why Western’s gym is so hot and why they don’t turn on the ceiling fans but omg I was sweating from my fricken elbows folks.

Wednesday, yes we are finally in November. I cannot describe how exciting it is that this month is here. Sure, I have some assignments due to be completely honest I don’t let what marks I may or may not get impede my daily schedule. I used to make excuses as to why I couldn’t workout like “oh I have readings” or “oh I have a paper I need to start”. However, I’m trying to make running into habit that will help me with my future career. A habit much like one of the most relaxing parts of my day, doing my makeup. Anyway, this run was refreshingly short, but also kind of frustrating. My Nike app wasn’t working and my headphones had also broke so that was really frustrating, but alas I pushed through and finished.

Ah Saturday. I changed my day because I had quite a few things to do on Friday and an event at night, which was seeing Ivan Coyote speak about their experiences as trans person and was all around fabulous. Saturday was a warm day! I know…its November. There was some beautiful fall weather with 9-10 degrees for a few days then the weather just decided to go back to being what people call “nice”. Which I don’t fully disagree with, but I also would love to not be sweaty every time I wear a sweater, because I’m all about turtle necks so please weather I’m just asking for a bit of fall!  Anyway, this was a decent run, a few hurdles, the gym was so hot that I was having a hard time just because literally every part of me was pouring with sweat and there was absolutely no air flow. I finished and went home. I plan to start running outdoors at some point, so I look forward to the day when there is some sort of breeze!

Despite the hurdles, I am really happy that I have been keeping up this three days a week running schedule. I understand that for many people this may not seem like much but for me and running this is a lot. I used to run maybe once a week or month, and just give up. But it feels good to be sticking with a schedule and really being disciplined. I am also working on adding two days a week of strength rather then just one! Have a fabulous week and I do hope you also find a good sale on Werther’s soft chew caramels because they are the best.

Week the fourth

Well this week was by far the hardest, but also the best week I’ve had. Not just because I was finally going home to see my wee Buttons but because I ran outside for the first time in a LONG time.


Sunday, yes I changed the day because as you may know I had to change my Wednesday! Anyway, it’s a Sunday so the gym wasn’t busy, and this run was fine. Not too bad, more running then walking but I had my new inhaler so woo.

Ah Monday. Not a bad day overall, it was my least busy day in my week. Class and then the gym, where I swear they’ve turned the freaking heat on so as soon as move the sweat train starts and the stench of my workout clothing emulates…because you know I have to pay for laundry and haven’t quite washed my crops for awhile……so yah

Friday. I’m back in Northern Ontario, breathing the cool air and freezing my butt, my natural element. My mom and I went on the trail in our town and terrain is so different then a treadmill as I was expecting. BUT it was a really fun run to do with my mother, though she is 30 years older and did a hill way faster then me but that only  inspires me! So of course my lungs were so sore, despite taking my inhaler, but that is to be expected because of the change in weather. Admittedly as much as I don’t like the heat of the gym for my headaches, I do appreciate it for my lungs. But that’s what its about is training my lungs, which is my goal of this 8 week program.

Enjoy your week folks. November is upon us and you know what that means, Christmas music and candles.

Feminism growth

If you have read my earlier posts you would know that I didn’t claim to know about feminism as a whole and I was someone that learned about feminism through what they call “Internet Feminism” which included loving Taylor Swift and the like (not gonna lie I do still jam out to her music, she is one of my problematic faves).  However, in the past year and a bit I have been learning and growing as a feminist so I just wanted to update you.

Now that I have learned about intersectionality and am pursuing a women’s studies degree, my feminist perspective has grown and changed. While I still think equal pay is important something I’ve spoken about before, I now see that feminism beyond the dictionary definition. I have never taken a women’s studies course until last year and on the first day I learned so much, I would like to say I became “enlightened” as some might say. My feminist theory has grown and changed and I’m proud that it has. I think a large part of being a “good” feminist (whatever that actually means) is always growing, learning and listening to ALL perspectives of women from various different backgrounds and whom sit on various intersections of life.

If you happen read my old posts remain kind in your thoughts and just know that I come from a small town of 3000 people where my only education on feminism was the Internet . The beginning of my post secondary career was journalism and then a year of college where I was in a very general program that included no women’ studies as I was trying to figure out my life (when are we not doing that let’s be real). While the internet was a great start for me in my learning a very small shmiggle of feminism, I have learned so much which continues to form and change my perspectives on the world around me. That is what is so great about being a women’s studies major I LITERALLY (said in Chris Treager’s voice from Parks and Rec) learn something new every single time I step foot in my women’s studies classes and in the awesome feminist community of students I have discovered since switching universities.

Week the Third

To start this post off by saying I don’t extremely dislike my life yet in terms of running is saying a lot. All of the previous times I ran I got easily frustrated and overall I was just not confident in myself. WELL NOT THIS TIME RUNNING  I AM WHIPPING YOUR BEHIND

Monday Oct 17. Well I had a midterm that day and a paper due Tuesday as well as I was helping out with this super cool arts and humanities event. Also my package came in! SO EXCITING. This run was okay, I was a bit faster this day, but again my lungs were having a tough time because of course I had not yet done the adult thing we are all expected to do; call my doctors office for more inhalers.

Wednesday Oct 19. I had a pretty good day this day. I Found out some exciting news for my reading week in February and I actually had a decent run. I’m still on the walk 1 run and designated amount of time running that increases each day, but my times are getting steadily faster which is really exciting. I’ve never actually ran this consistently before and recorded my times. They are steadily going up which I’ve never paid attention to before but I’m pumped about it.

Friday Oct 21. Well today was a kind of busy day. I had to get my picture taken yet again for council and then had my office hour for another extracurricular. However, my makeup was ON FLEEK and I was so sad that I had to remove it to run. Normally I do see girls working out with makeup on, which I envy because I sweat a ridiculous amount and my makeup would just look weird and clog my wee pores. But this run was actually my fastest so far. Which is really encouraging, my hope is to do a mile in 9 minutes or under! Which is a bit far off for me but I’m confident I can do it. Also I got a new face powder that doesn’t make my dry skin look dry…so more on that in a later post.

On another note, next week my running schedule will be different, I many only get two days in since I’m going home on Wednesday and not sure if I’m going to bring my runners since I’m packing on a carry on…so there may only be two days of running to record. Since my hometown is infested with bears I may just have to do a strength workout alongside my wee kitty instead of using my mom’s treadmill that isn’t my favourite and risking being eaten by a bear…(BUTTONS I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU OMG)

Week 2

Well, as promised I am blogging about my jogging journey. This week is the second week of my walker to runner plan. I had a busy week, a 50% midterm, meetings, a bonding event, but I met the neighbours cat so that was a highlight. I also finally found a grey overcoat for under $30 so winning!

Monday  Oct 10. Ah Canadian thanksgiving, well folks I did the un thinkable, I actually went to the gym to do week 2 of my running plan. It was actually really good, my lungs didn’t give out. It was a walk 1 run 3 for 28 minutes. I have to say the gym wasn’t busy and it was glorious. Sometimes when the gym is super busy it can be a nuisance because you may not get a treadmill with a water bottle holder or get one at all. But that didn’t happen on Monday because everyone was at home. Perks of staying at school for thanksgiving.

Wednesday Oct 12. Today was a busy day, class, meeting, class, and studying for my 50% midterm. Normally, I would let all this business stop me from running, but not this time. I’m working on being as committed as possible to improving my running skills. Anyway, this day the gym was so busy. On top of that I was having one of those days so the run went just as expected. I also didn’t get a treadmill with a water bottle holder so that was rough and my pants were super uncomfortable. But alas I finished the run and went on home to study.

Saturday Oct 15. Yes, I moved my run to Saturday.  I had a bonding event on Friday then needed to go to the grocery store which turned into winners, forever 21 and simple wandering. This run on Saturday was difficult, my lungs were more inflamed than usual (thanks allergies). I also need to replace my inhaler so that’s part of the issue. But anyhoo, I did it and it felt good to do finish! I also made homemade French fries so that made up for the lungs.

Until next time folks, enjoy midterm season or whatever else you are doing in your lives!

The return

Well folks, it has been a hot minute since I have blogged. Mostly because of a lack of inspiration. But this year I decided I wanted to get back at it. So I am hoping to blog my journey of running among other fun and fabulous topics. Now you all know how I feel about running. However, I want to go into law enforcement (future Minister of Defence over here) and a large part of why I haven’t been writing is because this goal is something I was kind of scared to share here on my blog. I do not fit the typical mould of a cop, I am a small, non-aggressive, slightly radical feminist women’s studies major who strives to be intersectional and always understanding of all perspectives. Some people aren’t surprised when I say my goals but there are some than I can just tell there is in a bit of confusion in the “well that’s interesting” comment, questioning my use of my degree. But why can’t a women’s studies and criminology major (WS is my first love ya’ll) be a cop? Why not change this dominant thought of what a police officer should be and bring in a different skill set to the profession? Anyway that’s a whole other conversation. Moral of the story that’s why I started running again, for the first time consistently in five years. Also full disclaimer I have been exercising in other more fun, less loathing ways #kindoffit.

Week 1 of my walker to runner plan. I chose this walk to run plan because I didn’t want to get discouraged. Every summer I set out to run, but I go all in too quickly and get discouraged. So this year, in service of my future career I decided I would begin running, also my incentive is going to be rad luxury makeup product at the end of this 8 week plan (sorry mom).

Monday, Oct  3, also mean girls day. I had been recovering from a cold so I decided to start the whole plan over since I only got in 1 day the week before, thanks September cold. This run was the walk 2, run 1 for 21 minutes. I know, to you folk out there who are avid runners AND non asthmatics (which honestly can be a hindrance but thank goodness for inhalers) this may sound like nothing. Yes, I have ran 10KM before and it wasn’t bad. But to start out after 5 years of not running consistently, its hard to get back into. Anyhoo this day went well, again drenched in sweat because as soon as I move I swear like mamajammer.

Wednesday Oct 5. Not dead yet, woke up early because everyday is an early. I didn’t get a lot of sleep on Tuesday night but its okay! I got by, my highlight was on fleek all day and taking it off before running was kind of sad #makeupprobs. But this run went fine, I mean I wasn’t huffing and puffing, but it was okay. A walk 2 run 2 for 24 mins, upping the anti just a bit.

Friday Oct 7. Kind of dying, breathing heavy, legs and groin sore. The upside, I have mentally prepared myself for the hard days, where my asthma is bad because of weather, but where I can still get through the run. This day was a bit longer, a bit harder, 3 mins of running instead of 2. I am not going to lie, my little lungs were struggling for air (possibly because I forgot my inhaler at home, good job Chrisinda) and it was hard. However, I’m willing to keep going because the aim of this plan is to ease into running which is exactly what I need.

Here is the thing, this is a time in my life where I feel confident enough to not get discouraged and beat myself up about being a wee bit of a slow poke. I am going to keep on keeping on because that’s what I was taught to do (also makeup is my reward) and you all should keep on keeping on with what your doing. Until our next chat, enjoy your turkeys fellow Canadians.




The Dresses, the actors and Chris Rock

I have not been writing lately because life has been busy, but I thought I should say something about the Oscar’s that was just aired on Sunday. I have a few things to say, and its not all about Chris Rock’s iffy jokes.

To start off, Chris Rock and his monologue. Now the comedic side of me thinks that he is a comedic genius, I mean the man played the most iconic zebra in Hollywood cinema. He wanted to make the entire audience feel uncomfortable and I think he succeeded, his candid words and his presentation are bound to make you laugh. BUT, that being said, I was miffed at his #askhermore comment, because clearly he was totally missing the point. This movement is about women being more than their dress, its not to say they can’t be asked about it because the artists that create those dresses are extremely talented but the point is that women are more than just the dress, they have a craft that deserves to be recognized as well.

I usually get blinded by his entertaining voice, I had to double check what I was really listening to, and thanks to some other fellow twitter folk I was glad to see both praise for him and deconstruction. I began to think about what he was saying and the controversy he was stirring up among twitter…which was his point if I may say so myself.

He did creatively call out Hollywood institutionalized racism using his pre-recorded skits and I felt like he stuck to his style of comedy, which is usually borderline offensive as is. While calling out Hollywood throughout the night for lack of diversity he addressed the issue in a way the Academy didn’t, he took the conversation to a whole new level. It become a realization that cinema needs to be open to more demographics as his skit at the movie theatre in Compton showed. Now my question is will this make the Oscars look different next year? Did a host so candidly calling out Hollywood create real change? Will there be more actors of colour nominated? WHAT WILL HAPPEN.

However, I didn’t appreciate the sexist comments, I get that he was doing his regular Chris Rock thing, but in deconstructing we can realize that some of his jokes were problematic. I also didn’t understand Stacey Dash’s presence but I digress. I could say so much about him but there is just so much to say. Simply google Chris Rock and Oscars and you’ll find everything he said last night.

Pretty much sums up the reaction to Stacey Dash..among other things. courtesy of the internet

On to things not about Chris Rock that stole the show.

Jacob Tremblay, how can you not love that kid? And he is Canadian too.  And not to mention his friendship with Brie Larson. I was proud of her for winning, if you have seen Room she gave a powerful performance and so did Jacob. She deserved it. And I mean Leo finally winning, I mean that was bound to happen, not to mention his amazing acceptance speech that totally called out greedy corporations. On point Leo, on point.

And of course I can’t not talk about the dresses…honestly everyone looked amazing. I mean Costume Designer Mad Max Jenny Beavan sported a skull leather jacket, you can’t not love that.  And of course Kerry Washington look amazing in her dare I say gladiator-esque dress, Brie Larson was dazzling in blue, Lady Gaga rocked the modern pant suit, and Saoirse Ronan was rocking the green for obvious reasons.

Bottom line: Chris Rock was iffy with his jokes, I don’t doubt that, but its about time someone who hosted the Oscars call out Hollywood as whole throughout the night, and as borderline offensive as SOME of the jokes were it warranted a much needed response and as evident from the Academy Awards Board presidents speech hopefully change will happen.


disclaimer:  I don’t own any of these photos, I found them on google as I do most things.

From the Capital City to the Forest City

Well I haven’t posted in awhile, basically because I’ve been busy with school and life, so unfortunately that has impacted my blog but have no fear this post will be riveting.

I have been here for three, well almost four months, and it’s been pretty great. For the first time I can say that I LOVE my classes with the exception of one but I won’t mention it on the Internet or will I? Let’s just say it’s a sciencey class and well I’m just not that sciencey. But let’s be real, the best part has been meeting awesome people and sitting on Western Crafting for a Cure’s crafting committee and realizing how out of shape I am (almost) every week at spin class as well as well as my academic endeavors

But what this post is really about is my journey from living in the capital city to the forest city.

First: THE WEATHER. Weather in the forest city is so…unpredictable to say the least. One day I will be wearing a fall/almost winter coat, the next a windbreaker, the next a simple fleece, all in the span of 1 week. I mean can I get some consistency. BUT the bright side is I get to sport my fall booties for longer than a month and my cute fall/almost winter jacket. In the capital winter hits early, last year shivering in my boots at the bus stop started after Halloween, snow fell in mid November and then -40 hit for gosh knows how long, but hey I knew I was going to be cold all the time so consistency

Second: Richmond Street and the Byward market. The Forest city is a beautiful nature filled city, the campus is one of the most beautiful in the country and I fell in love the first time I saw it. There are amazing restaurants on Richmond, a stellar Loblaws, and the campus is a dream, with trees and Hogwarts like buildings, cute boutiques, I couldn’t be happier with the city. Skating on Victoria Park will be a highlight of my life. ON THE OTHER HAND the Capital city has an incomparable charm. There is nothing like Remembrance Day in the capital and seeing parliament light up at Christmas time and eating a beavertail on the canal. I love both cities equally, because they each have a charm and Western serves all my academic and leisure needs, filled with great people. Of course I miss my skating team and friend-family back in the capital but both cities hold special places in my heart.

Third: The shopping, basically I love malls and procrastinating in them and I have to say, I think the Forest City wins, with its crazy amount of thrift shops and a great mall albeit missing a few stores its is on point and its in a right beside Loblaws and a huge Chapters, plus a pet smart so I mean if you ever find yourself feeling down you can just go look at cats.

I think the biggest take away I have gotten from moving here is that I may be at a different place, with new friends, and still finding friends and constantly thinking about my career and where I’m going to go after graduation, but I do know one thing, I haven’t lost my capital city friends in fact I think we may have grown closer. After moving here I thought, how will I keep in contact, then I remembered this is the digital age: TECHNOLOGY. I do miss living with my best friends but as they say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Can’t wait until my crazy capital friends come visit, I have already started planning activities.

This will be me and my friends when we reunite 


The best decisions are the last minute decisions

I came to school this year expecting not to participate in frosh week despite getting countless emails from the off campus coordinator. I hummed and hawed about whether or not to participate and the night before O-Week started I emailed my mom and said “I think I should go”. Seeing as most of my sophs are also in second year (some fourth) I thought I might stick out like a sore thumb. Much to my surprise, I didn’t. In fact, I knew going in, as a seasoned veteran of the post secondary world, that age doesn’t really matter in university, but as most of the group was first year students I wasn’t sure how they would react to me. I also did off campus orientation so I wasn’t sure what that would be either. Who would I meet? All I knew was that no one was gonna run up and down the hallways banging on the doors to wake me up.

Lets take a walk down memory lane, when I think back to my very first year of university, I think of a small, fragile 18 year old who knew deep down she didn’t want to be there but stuck it out, cause that is what I do! I don’t drop anything half way through, and you know what I did end up having an awesome year and meeting by best friends, but it just wasn’t the right school for me. Anyway, first year frosh, to be honest wasn’t the greatest, this isn’t a reflection on the institution, but as a introverted first year saying some of the…um…slightly awkward (the best way to put it) cheers made me uncomfortable, and I frankly had a hard time making friends (thank god for ravens figure skating). So the first week wasn’t too great, well frankly neither was the first two months. I mean I wasn’t mentally breaking down everyday or anything but I wasn’t having the typical experience everyone told me about. Flash forward to this week, it was FANTABULOUS to say the least. Probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, and I own a French press so that is saying a lot.


I am not sure if it because as soon as I got here, I felt like I belonged, or maybe its because I am 20, a bit more confident and comfortable in my own personality, more comfortable with being away from home, I don’t know, but whatever it was I am thankful I didn’t come here my very first year away from home, because then I wouldn’t have met my cool as cucumbers sophs and made genuine friends. If I came here in first year it could very well have been the same experience I had two years ago, that scared, homesick 18 year old. The best part, was the OC frosh was so chill, you didn’t have to go to any events you didn’t want to, but the sophs actually make you feel like your friends, they want to hang out and get to know you (or maybe they don’t and they are just really good actors) but they were pretty cool. Remember people, last minute decisions are the best decisions (sometimes).