Trail Tuesdays (it’s new!): Being Prepared for Injuries on the Trail

It’s time to rebrand Tuesdays. Let’s be honest, I’m no longer even contemplating training for an ultra. My “training” these days is focused on the little things like, you know, having a normal, functioning body. What I am excited about is hiking season, and it’s safe to say I know a hell of a lot more about day hiking than I do about running.  Plain and simple, you are in better hands if I write about hiking topics.

Today’s topic is being prepared for the unexpected hiking injury. Clearly I have injuries on the brain these days, but as I get ready for hiking season, it’s a good time to refresh our gear and make sure we’re ready to hike safe.  I used to be the poster child for the ill-prepared, the girl who hiked with absolutely no gear, but at least now I’m reformed. Learn from the error of my old ways and go into the wilderness better prepared do deal with the unexpected.

A quick note: these suggestions are really geared towards dealing with injuries on the minor to moderate side of the injury spectrum. Major injuries are a whole other beast and, in many cases, my suggestions won’t be enough to cope with the big stuff.

Preparing for the Unexpected:Hiking Edition

1. Have a Safety Check: For the love of God, tell someone where you are going and when you expect to return, and make it someone that will actually pay attention to whether you return at that time. If you get happen to get injured badly enough that your ability to hike out is compromised, this is the best way to ensure that someone actually looks for you. I used to do only do this for solo hikes, but I’ve started to let people know even when I’m hiking with others. As I get older, I’m learning you can never be too safe.  If you don’t believe me, just watch 127 Hours.

2. Portable Cell Phone Charger: You won’t always have cell reception, but on many popular front country trails, you might be surprised at how well your phone works. If something happens while hiking, it pays to have a small, portable phone charger in case your battery gets low, particularly if you need to use GPS apps (they can really drain your battery!) or make an emergency phone call.

3. Tensor Bandages: The number of times I had to hike at least 5 km on badly sprained ankles before I started carrying Tensor bandages is astounding. Tensor bandages are going to make a world of difference for the bulk of common hiking injuries involving knees, wrists, and ankles. Carry a couple. They’re small, light-weight and pretty versatile.  You’ll still be in pain if you’ve pulled a muscle, sprained a limb, or (heaven forbid!) suffered a minor fracture or break, but Tensors will at least provide a little bit of extra stability in the short term.

4. Sturdy Poles: I hate carrying poles. I almost never use them for hiking unless I’m terrified while descending or crossing snow patches, so more often than not I leave them in the trunk of my car. I am still guilty of this, by the way. However, any time I’ve had a knee or ankle issue on the trail, I’ve wished desperately that I had my poles with me for some extra support.  Don’t be like me. Carry your poles. If you buy retractable poles like mine, you can clip them to the outside of your backpack and you’ll forget they’re even there.

5. A PROPER First Aid Kit: I used to carry nothing, then upgraded slightly to a small plastic container stuffed with bandaids, some gauze and a small set of scissors. It wasn’t until recently that I went with a full-blown outdoor first aid kit. They’re surprisingly compact and have most of the things you need to take care of everything from blisters to wounds. I believe mine is quite similar to this one.  What’s important is that your kit has more than just bandaids–look for a range of bandages and gauze that will cover larger wounds.  Just a couple years back, I was hiking with my parents when my mom slipped on a very steep section of trail.  Her hiking pole was looped around her wrist and, when the pole jammed into the ground, the handle actually hit her forearm with such force that it peeled back a sizeable chunk of flesh. Sorry for the gruesome mental picture there, but suffice it to say that without proper bandages, medical tape and antiseptic wipes, she would’ve been quite an infected and bloody mess by the time we got home.

6. Ibuprofen & Antihistamines:  Ibuprofen is a wonderful thing. Not only will it ease pain, but it’s actually an anti-inflammatory, meaning it will bring down swelling caused by inflammation.  Alternatively, acetaminophen, such as Tylenol, will help the pain but will do nothing for inflammation and swelling.  It’s also great to have a couple of antihistamines kicking around just in case you have an unexpected allergic reaction to plants or insect bites.  I wish I’d had one the time I was stung by a wasp and became convinced that my tongue was swelling and my breathing becoming laboured. Though neither of which was actually occurring, you don’t always know what you’re allergic to in advance. Barring a severe allergic reaction, an antihistamine is going to keep things in check until you get back to the trailhead.

It can be tempting to think this stuff only applies to backcountry hikers on long excursions, but I assure you this is just as important for day hikes. I’ve had my share of minor injuries hiking, and all of them have occurred in the front country and on 20-25 km day hikes.  Don’t let distance and location fool you. Accidents can happen anytime so hike safe! And happy Trail Tuesday!

Monday Musings: on metaphysics of injuries

If you read Friday’s post, you’ll know that I have yet another sprained ankle. It’s not a particularly bad one judging by the relative lack of swelling or bruising.  Then again, the one thing I’ve learned about ankle sprains is that after a few of them they don’t swell or bruise as badly.  I used to think that was a good thing when, in reality, it’s just a sign of really bad damage. This is all rather beside the point of today’s post. The point is that my ankle is sprained again and the timing is…interesting.

I was in the midst of a really great run (in the sunshine no less!) when my ankle crumbled beneath me. I could easily look at this from a purely objective standpoint:  I wasn’t paying any attention to the ground, I stepped awkwardly on a rock, and I have weak ankles from past injuries. Long story short, I could just say it was bad timing and clumsiness and call it a day.

Or I could look to metaphysics, which would hold that there is powerful connection between mind and body. Metaphysics provides a more holistic view of our injuries, emphasizing that there is an emotional or psychological root to virtually any physical issue. Where it gets really interesting, to me at least, is when you look at the metaphysical causes of ankle injuries.

Ankles, you see, are critical for a sense of grounding, stability and mobility.  Ankles literally support us and propel us.  Ankle injuries can occur when we feel unsupported, either by others or by our own beliefs; and they can be a sign that we aren’t willing or able to move forward, particularly when moving forward means a change in direction or taking a stand.  Bet you didn’t know how much you need your ankles just to hold your shit together, did you?

This isn’t the first time that I’ve read up on metaphysical causes of ankle injuries (or any injury for that matter), but I was reminded of it on Friday as I killed time icing my foot. What I found particularly interesting was that, just as my ankle decided to go in a different direction than the rest of my body, I was grappling with how to get out of a potential commitment to work I didn’t care about and wondering what I would possibly do in its place. In other words, just as I was agonizing over my crumbling beliefs and fear of moving in a new direction, my poor ankle, that pillar of stability and motion, crapped out on me.  If that’s not a powerful mind-body connection, I don’t know what is.

This is all endlessly fascinating to me, except for the part where I realize that essentially I have to figure out a way to fearlessly forge a new direction for myself…That part’s a little less fascinating, but I suppose eventually I have to tackle the bigger issues, don’t I?

TWIR #56: Evil Ankle Strikes Again

As predicted last week, my week of workouts got off to a pretty poor start care of my parent’s visit. It’s not really fair to blame them. They would’ve been fine with me ditching them for a workout or two. Nonetheless, the weekend turned out to be a write-off.  I tried to bounce back during the week but I have to admit my motivation has still been lacking.  I consider myself fortunate that I’ve built a strong, habitual pattern of working out or I’m sure I would’ve abandoned exercise entirely these last few weeks. As it is, the quality and duration of most of my workouts isn’t what I hoped it would be by now. And then, then there was the whole ankle thing….

Let’s get this over with.

Saturday
Activity: unplanned rest day
Relevant Stats: 16 km of walking + one gelato + fish and chips
Observations: Well, at least I walked a lot right? Just ignore the fact that we had waffles for breakfast, that we ate gelato mid-afternoon, and that I ate my weight in fish and chips. Oh, and then there was the wine…So, yeah, all that walking did nothing.

Sunday
Activity: planned rest day
Relevant Stats: 12 km walking + deep fried pickles
Observations:  Once again, there was a lot of walking…but coupled with a lot of eating and drinking. There was another big breakfast (eggs and home-made hot cross buns). There was beer and deep fried pickles. There was apple crumble with ice cream. On the plus side, despite having a giant basket of Easter candy (that, yes, my parents still hid for me), I didn’t touch a single piece!

Monday
Activity: cardio warm up + strength
Relevant Stats: 25 min. stairs + 45 min. strength
Observations: Determined to get back to exercise, I got up early and hit the gym. I fit in a pretty decent workout before heading home, hosting lunch for six, and then cooking one last family dinner while my parents were in town. If you’re paying attention, you’ll notice it was yet another day that revolved around food. What can I say? My family likes to eat.

Tuesday
Activity: Run!!!
Relevant Stats: 7.75 km
Observations: I had a couple important meetings in the afternoon and wanted to clear my head with a nice little run.  It worked. I was sluggish all morning but managed a decent run. My legs felt like lead for the first 20 minutes but I ran them into submission.

Wednesday
Activity: cardio warm up + personal training session
Relevant Stats: 20 min. spin + 60 min. personal training
Observations: I got to my trainer’s studio way early so I hit the gym for a bit of pre-session spin. Of course I did this on the day when my trainer had me doing 100 lb deadlifts and RUNNING with 110 pounds on the prowler. Oh, we also did more hanging exercises, which I despise, partly because they’re giving me calluses on the pads of my hands. Blech.

Thursday
Activity: cardio + strength
Relevant Stats: 30 min. spin + 30 min. strength
Observations: It was a miracle I made it to the gym. It was a total sad sack day for me, and I wanted nothing more than to stay home all day doing absolutely nothing. However, I had a meeting I had to go to, so I figured I might as well work out beforehand. It wasn’t a great workout, and my legs and arms were still killing me from my personal training session, but I did it.

Friday
Activity: Run(ish)
Relevant Stats: 7 km + 1 rolled ankle (wah waaaaah)
Observations:  I was feeling good today. I was having a great run, in fact. The sun was shining, the air was warm, I was finally running without a jacket (!!!!) and it was glorious. Until I turned my ankle on a rock and catapulted myself forward. Thankfully no one was around to witness the spectacle as my arms windmilled in efforts to keep me from bailing. The only thing that saved me from a total face plant on the gravel path was a wooden post. I was able to brace myself against it. Damn you weak ankles! I suppose this means a week or two without running. Just when I was feeling good about things…

As I sit here RICE-ing my sad ankle, I can only give this week a:

 

 

Thursday Real Talk: it’s not all sunshine and roses

You may have noticed that I’ve been writing less this week. I didn’t post on Monday even though I had a draft that I could’ve tidied up quickly. I threw together a post for Tuesday purely because I felt pressured (entirely self-inflicted) not to miss two days in a row.  Yesterday, I sat down to write a post and, after completing two partial drafts on completely different topics, abandoned all hope of pulling together anything good. And today, today I wrote another two partial drafts on different topics, neither of which will see the light of day any time soon.

What’s at the heart of this? It’s not a lack of interest in writing for this space. Writing is still one of the things I love to do most.  It’s that my mental landscape is so completely occupied with career-related questions that I haven’t been successful in clearing out the tiny generative space that I personally need to write for this blog. In other words, I’m squelching my own creativity because I’m stuck in a downward spiral of career confusion.

Namely, I have no idea what to do with myself. I cannot remember the last time I got excited about a prospective opportunity, and by ‘excited’ I mean curious and interested, not jumping with joy. For the better part of a year, I’ve been tossing my resume out into the ether, meeting with employers, talking to prospective clients and networking my ass off and I cannot recall a single conversation that had me thinking ‘Yes! This sounds right!’ For some reason, this week more than ever, I’ve felt the troubling weight of this realization: I do not know what I want to do.

I have a small handful of potential work opportunities on the go and not a single one sounds genuinely interesting to me.  In fact, one potential opportunity, for which I’m supposed to ‘audition’ by delivering a portion of a workshop next Tuesday, is actually filling me with the same dread that I felt before I started my last job. I know it’s a bad fit already but, without having viable career alternatives in mind, I feel like I have to keep moving forward despite everything screaming in me to cancel, cancel, cancel. I’m conscious that I’m repeating my old patterns but, as they say, the train is in motion and I’m not sure how to bring it to a halt.

I am frustrated with myself for not being able to figure out an alternate course of action for my career.  I pride myself on being competent, thoughtful, reflective and, above all else, capable. I’ve always made things happen for myself, taken care of myself, and kept myself in a stable and secure position. For the first time,  I’m in a state of total uncertainty and I don’t feel entirely capable of identifying my direction.  It’s not a comfortable feeling for me, and it’s definitely putting a damper on my creative flair.

So there’s that. I have no answers. I have no great wisdom. I have nothing to offer except some real talk on where my head is at these days, and I can safely say that it’s not all sunshine and roses.

Training Tuesdays: Getting Ready for Hiking Season

Okay, you got me, hiking season doesn’t really end. With the right gear and expertise, you can hike year round. I’ll be real, though: the older I get, the more I’ve become a fair-weather hiker, not to mention that I lack any training for navigating legit snow conditions.  So this post is definitely geared towards summer season hikers, those who are ready to dust off their slightly-more-lazy winter legs, and kick things into high gear. I count myself as one of those people this year. Coming off a year-long injury means I need to make a more concentrated effort to get ready for the trails.

Whether you haven’t hit a trail since last summer, or you want to take up hiking this year, here’s how to get yourself in hiking shape:

1. Find hills/shoulder season trails: Much like only running more makes running easier, the only thing that really gets you ready for hiking is…hiking.  But if you aren’t interesting in post-holing through Spring snow, find the biggest hills around you or some low-elevation shoulder season trails and make them your new best friends. If they’re short trails, consider doing them twice in a row to really build endurance.  If you’re a runner, running hills and trails is even better. Trust me when I say that after running a trail, hiking it will feel like a walk in the park.

2. Run stairs: Running stairs is fantastic preparation for hiking. While it won’t mimic trails exactly (how many trails have perfectly spaced steps?), it uses the same muscle groups and it’s great training for your heart and lungs.  You will hate your life while running stairs. No matter how fit I am, I always do. But if you can work up to 45 minutes of full-on stair running, you will be all smiles come hiking season.

3. Build glute & leg strength: While endurance and cardiovascular fitness are important, so too is having strong legs and glutes. Muscle fatigue can make hiking anything but pleasant.If you hate strength training, be thankful you at least only need to focus on one half of your body. Focus on form and work those legs and glutes. Basics like squats, lunges, walking lunges, calf raises, and hamstring curls will all work, but if strength training is already a dear friend of yours, up the weights you’re using and get creative with your movements. You’ll thank me on your first hike with 1000+ metres of elevation gain.

4. Up your distance/workout length: Hiking is a long game. It’s all about sustaining activity levels for hours on end.  Whatever your chosen cardio activity, try to extend your distance and/or the length of your workout. You’ll need to adjust your level of exertion to do this, of course, but that’s perfect for hiking. For most casual hikers, hiking isn’t about maintaining high intensity for the entire trail. It’s about short bouts of intensity with a whole lot of low intensity wrapped around it. Become one with long workouts and spending six hours on a trail won’t feel like a massive shock to your system.

And in case you need a carrot to dangle for all your hard work, all that stands between you and this view is 1000 m and 22 km. You got this.

Happy trails!

 

TWIR #55: not another week of this!

Man, I simply did not want to work out yet again this week. I can see no reason for this, which makes it doubly frustrating. Feel free to mock me for my pathetic efforts this week, and to tell me I’ll never get back in shape at this rate.

Saturday
Activity: Run
Relevant Stats: distance unknown
Observations: It’s probably telling that I can’t even remember how far I ran. I think the run was okay overall, but only okay. I recall feeling somewhat sluggish for at least the first 15 minutes, until my body finally resigned itself to the fact that we were going to continue running. What I do remember about Saturday is I had my final hockey game soft-serve waffle cone of the season while watching my beloved Oilers win. That’s a winning combination (see what I did there?).

Sunday
Activity: strength
Relevant Stats: 55 min. strength
Observations: I had zero desire to work out on Sunday. I wanted nothing more than to lay on the couch watching the Masters while simultaneously devouring a very tasty looking apple fritter.  In fact, I should thank that apple fritter for getting me to the gym. I suspected it would taste better if it followed a workout, and I was right.

Monday
Activity: sort of planned rest day
Relevant Stats: 1.5 hours pacing while attempting to memorize a presentation
Observations: Tuesday was meant to be my rest day, but the rain wouldn’t stop falling and then I got panicked about a presentation I’m designing and I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around a workout. Instead, I spent the better part of a whole day designing a 20 minute presentation (which is absolutely ridiculous) and consuming far too much Munchie Mix.

Tuesday
Activity: cardio warm up + strength
Relevant Stats: 10 min. stairs + 10 min. spin + 40 min. strength
Observations: It was all I could do to last an hour. I tried stairs and hated them. I tried the spin bike and hated it, too. I gave strength training a try and can’t say that I liked it much better, but I hung on for dear life and managed to stick it out for an hour at the gym. Ugh.

Wednesday
Activity: personal training session
Relevant Stats: 60 min.
Observations: I know I say this every week, but my trainer really is way too giddy about my steady improvements. She just keeps adding more and more things to torture my poor shoulders.  My legs seem to withstand anything she throws at me, but my arms and shoulders are constantly screaming out for mercy. And they never get any.

Thursday
Activity: cardio warmup + strength
Relevant Stats: 15 min. stairs + 55 min. strength
Observations: I intended to run but my parents are visiting and it was late afternoon before I knew it. One thing that tends to be consistent about me is that if I don’t run in the morning I won’t run at all. I settled for the gym instead. I may not be gaining running fitness but, damn it, I’m going to be strong.

Friday
Activity: “run”
Relevant Stats:  20 min.
Observations: We have guests. I ate a big breakfast. We ran out of time before family dinner with my boyfriend’s parents. All of these are excuses I offer for the lame 20-minute “run” that capped off my week of sad and sorry workouts. I am not proud of myself, but I suppose it’s better than doing absolutely nothing.

I think we can all agree this was (once again) not a banner week for workouts. Even after two weeks of ultra low workout motivation, I still have no inner drive to push it hard next week. In fact, I fear the remainder of this weekend will continue to feature completely half-assed workouts and will likely be coupled with ample Easter candy. Lord help me.

Happy Easter y’all. May Cadbury Creme Eggs find their way into your weekend.

Throwback Thursday: One Year Injury-versary

Today, I flash back to a very unexpected, very unpleasant, and very humbling day in my fitness history.  It may seem strange to celebrate an injury, but there can be a lot of learning and self-reflection that comes from grappling with a long term injury and that, in my opinion, is worthy of at least acknowledgement.

Almost exactly one year ago, on April 14th, 2016, I went for a standard lunch-break run on the seawall. I had just returned from a short, four-day Disneyland (!!!) vacation during which I had not exercised at all, unless you count the 20-25 km per day of walking.  Prior to my trip, however, I was going full-steam with my ultra marathon training. So on this day in April 2016, I was feeling ready to dive back into my ultra training with a vengeance. I was feeling strong. I was feeling fit.  I was feeling like my six-month ultra training plan was going to be no big deal.

And then, 7.5 km into my run, a runner’s disaster struck: instant, excruciating pain. It was a familiar pain, though more intense than it had been in the past. I knew it was my SI instantly.  I stopped running, walking for a solid 30 seconds to see if it was just a blip, but the second I resumed running I knew I was done for the day.  I walked back to the office, not altogether upset. In my mind, I would simply make a physio appointment for some laser therapy, and I’d be back on track with my running within the week. And I was! That is, until I pushed too hard too fast and really made a mess of my SI.  Two weeks after the original injury, I was almost unable to walk for a full week.

One year later, I am still not back on track with my running. I’m thankful I am at least able to run again, despite the distance and speed being in a whole other league (and not in the good way) than pre-injury. Finally, though, finally I feel like I am capable of making real progress again. It will still be a long road to getting back to my old speed and distances, but I believe it’s possible. If you had asked me that six months ago, I promise you I wouldn’t have felt that confident.

In no uncertain terms, it has been a constantly challenging year. For a long while, I felt like I had lost a sizeable portion of my identity–the runner and hiker that I’d know myself to be for the last decade was forced to become a gym rat.  I honestly had moments in which it felt like I was mourning a version of myself I might never see again. In other words, there were some dark times.  One year later, and at last feeling on the road to true recovery, I can say that, if nothing else, this injury has changed me in a number of ways for the better.

Most notably, I have become less neurotically obsessed with how hard, fast and long my workouts are.  I used to be the girl who felt like she wasn’t going for a real hike if it wasn’t at least 20 km return, preferably with at least 800 m of elevation gain. I hiked every single weekend, and virtually any other day off. During my most hard-core running phases, I didn’t feel good unless my Saturday run was at least 20 km.  Now, I am content with a solid hour’s workout, having known a world where I couldn’t do anything at all for weeks on end.

I have learned to be patient with healing. Until this year, any time I was injured, I would push the limits of healing to get back to activities as soon as humanly possible. I’d wrap a sprained ankle within an inch of it’s life or rock the dreaded SI belt, even though it had to be so tight it would painfully chafe my flesh, just to stabilize myself enough to get in a workout. Nothing was going to get in my workout’s way.  Now, I am content with slow progress, with seeing consistent gains and with knowing I’m building a much stronger foundation for the future. I am willing to pull back when my body isn’t feeling right. I am finally playing the long game.

So today, I wish myself a happy injury-versary.  My injury isn’t fully gone yet, but I am ready to make peace with it, and to respect it for at least bringing more balance and calmness into my life, both of which were much needed.  I’ll raise a glass to that (because you better bet I am celebrating with wine).

Mid-Week Tangent: An Ode to the Cadbury Creme Egg

I am essentially five years old when it comes to holidays and special events. I expect stockings at Christmas. I want a whole birthday week, not just one lone birthday. I want to eat my weight in bite-sized candy bars at Halloween. And damn it, when Easter rolls around, I want my Easter candy hunt. It’s not quite the same if the candy is just handed to me in a basket (though, of course, I’ll still gladly accept it).

Easter is truly one of my favourite candy holidays. I have many, many Easter candies that I love with all my heart, but there is one Easter treat that surpasses all others, that holds a special, nostalgic place in my heart, without which the Easter season is simply not complete: the Cadbury Creme Egg.  Today I pay homage to this saccharine wonder with a love letter. You may think it too much to write a love letter to a creme egg, but I am certain by its end you will see just how sizeable a portion of my heart it has seized.

Dear Cadbury Creme Egg,

You were my first Easter love and now, at the ripe, old age of 38, I continue to be hypnotized by your sugary goodness. Others tell me that you are too sweet for the adult palate, but their (unjust) criticisms fall only on deaf ears. For me, you are confectionary perfection.

One of my most excited moments occurred when, as a university student with a Costco membership, I discovered your 12-packs: a dozen creme eggs lovingly nestled in a plastic egg carton (this was prior to environmentalism being a primary product concern). Never had I seen an egg carton so alluring. I am not ashamed to admit that I purchased the 12-pack, consuming each and every one of them by myself and in far too short a time frame. In fact, I refuse to publicly admit how quickly.

I show greater restraint now. Despite the fact that Easter candy appears in stores before the Valentine’s Day candy flame has even been fully extinguished, and despite the addition of the Cadbury “Screme Egg” (such a clever moniker) at Halloween, I reserve any creme egg purchases and consumption to the days surrounding Easter itself. I am a purist and respect the sanctity of the Easter egg in all its forms.

Can I express what I love about you in words? As many other confections continue to whittle away at the thickness of their chocolate coating, I presume in efforts to charge more for less product, you have refused to pull the wool over consumer’s eyes. Your chocolate shell remains stubbornly think and impenetrable. There is no accidental crushing of your chocolate shell; it holds up to substantial pressure. I know, because I have dropped many on hard surfaces, and thrown them into the bottom of my purse, which can only be described as a black hole of crap, and from which few food items survive without being smashed beyond recognition.

Many criticize your interior for being nothing but liquid sugar.  To them I say: what more do you expect from a candy confection?  Though substantially thicker than a real egg, your filling is a wonder of chemistry. It is viscous enough to almost hold it’s form once the chocolate shell is broken, making you a feasible snack for people on the go. I believe your filling even has a distinct flavour and that flavour is “magic”.

So many brands have tried to replicate your deliciousness but none even come close. At times in my childhood, my parents misunderstood your uniqueness and fell prey to the lure of other cream eggs. I cannot describe the level of disappointment I would experience when my well-meaning parents would present me with Purdy’s creme eggs, as though they were a perfectly suitable replacement. My heart would sink. I’d eat them, of course, but the guilt I’d experience, knowing I was cheating on you, would render the experience decidedly less pleasurable.

Thank you, Cadbury Creme Egg, for being a steady constant in my life, and for creating a product that can only be loved by the ultimate sweet tooth (i.e. me). Never change. Ignore the haters. I cannot wait to be reunited with you again so very, very soon.*

*I am in no way affiliated with Cadbury’s nor is this post sponsored by them, though I’d be lying if I said I would turn down free Creme Eggs in exchange for my love letter.  I feel no shame at the thought of selling out for Cadbury Creme Eggs.

 

 

Monday Musings: on budgeting

At nearly 38 years of age, I have never actually made and stuck to a budget. I’ve always followed more of an intuitive process and it’s always worked for me. I’ve never carried a balance on a credit card, and the only debt I’ve acquired was my gargantuan student loan from grad school (which I paid off in full back in 2012–hooray!!!!).  No matter my job and its corresponding salary level, I’ve managed to consistently live within my means.

By my own choice, I am now without a job and salary. This will be temporary, of course, or at least that’s the plan, but it’s definitely required a more acute level of financial awareness. Over the last five months, I’ve found it fascinating to pay attention to where my money has historically gone and where it’s now going. I’ve watched my monthly variable spend decline by about 48% (!!!!).  Was it always easy? No. I like my things and I like to get what I want when I want it.  However, it’s also been incredibly rewarding to see how much can be achieved with fairly minimal effort.

In the process, I’ve recognized some key behaviours that are critical for my own budget awareness and financial management.

1. Have a rainy day fund: The only thing that is making my employment hiatus a possibility is that I focused quite intently on saving ever since I paid off my massive student loan. In reality, I could’ve saved twice as much had I managed my spending better, but I still accumulated a nice little rainy day fund that eases some of the financial pressure.  Whatever amount you can save, make it happen. It will create so much more flexibility and breathing room for you, whether you are hit with an unexpected expense or you just want to make bigger changes in your life. I highly recommend the auto-transfer to savings so that you never know the money was there. Tricking your own brain is fun.

2. Meal planning: I know, this is a big yawn. Meal planning isn’t fun or sexy, but you may be amazed at how much you save.  We have virtually eliminated our “we-have-nothing-in-the-fridge-so-I-guess-we’ll-eat-out” expenses. We’ve also wasted way less food. I will probably write a whole post on meal planning in the coming weeks because I’m so excited about the progress we’ve made in such a short time. The long and the short of it is, I went from daily trips to the grocery store to 1-2 trips per week. We eat better, we waste less food, and I estimate that we’re easily saving $50-60 per week in groceries and anywhere from $50-100 per week in dining out.

3. Cut the fat: I love to order books online, but I have a reading room full of books, some of which I’ve yet to read. I like to buy workout clothes and I’m certainly not immune to wandering through a mall just to kill time and boredom, purchasing things I don’t really need along the way, just to feel better. Frivolous spending feels like it should be the easiest thing to curtail, and yet it can sometimes be the most challenging because it’s often emotionally anchored. Particularly when I’m not working, and I have all the free time in the world, it’s hard not to default to old patterns. I find the ‘wait 24 hour’ rule is very helpful. More often than not, if I ask myself to wait 24 hours to see if I still think I ‘need’ something, I either forget entirely or I come back 24 hours later and realize it’s not something I need right now.

4. Take advantage of deals/points: This is an area of budget awareness for which my boyfriend deserves full credit. He accumulates points on a couple of cards, and very generously allows me to benefit from them. Just last weekend, for instance, we bought $180 worth of stuff (some of which was necessary, some of which was not) using nothing but points. It’s a nice way to treat yourself without actually costing anything. The trick is to find no-fee points cards, and to redeem points for big ticket items that you would be reluctant to buy with your own money.

5. Pay attention to the little things…they add up: It sounds so cliche, but really I’ve been amazed at how much of a difference it makes to pay attention the minutia: toll fees, parking fees, coffees out, buying snacks on the go, and waiting for splurge items to be on sale at the grocery store (so long full price Ben & Jerry’s…sigh). I’ve made a concentrated effort to book meetings downtown over 1-2 days per week to minimize driving time, parking costs and toll fees and it’s made a difference. I’ve also become the crazy person who circles blocks endlessly trying to score the highly-sought-after free 2 hour parking spots. When I have coffee meetings or need to kill time in coffee shops between meetings, I’ve downgraded to buying a short coffee instead of a tall latte or double espresso. I pack my own breakfast and lunches and eat them in cafes. I used to worry I’d look ridiculous, but now I don’t care. I’m saving anywhere from $10-25/day doing it.

6. Track, track, track: If you’ve never tracked your expenses, and I mean all of your expenses, it is such an eye opening experience. I know I am late to the game on this one, so it’s probably nothing new to many of you.  I knew I had some areas in which spending was a free for all (particularly dining out, travel and groceries), but I didn’t know just how much it was costing me. Even though I feel things are in check now, I’m committed to continued tracking. I want to know what all my networking is costing me. I want to keep seeing how our meal planning is affecting our grocery costs. I want to see how much I should be saving when I start taking on work projects again. It’s sort of become, dare I say, fun!

Yes, I just said tracking expenses has become fun. I probably just lost half of you with that one. My challenge to anyone who hasn’t done this is to give it a whirl. You might be surprised at how interesting it is…and how much ‘extra’ money may end up in your pockets!

TWIR #54: Energy Crash

Well, after a pretty good collection of workouts last week, I hit a wall of exhaustion last weekend and spent most of the week trying to bounce back.  Some days were better than others, but mostly my mind and body felt tired.  Without further adieu, here’s what I got up to:

Saturday
Activity: planned rest day
Relevant Stats: somehow I still walked 13 km
Observations:  I love a good errand day. I realize this probably sounds strange, but it’s extra special when you’re redeeming points and gift cards and having a whole day of errands, shopping and lunch for free.  Win.

Sunday
Activity: unplanned rest day
Relevant Stats: ultra high laziness + fro yo for lunch
Observations: I had good intentions of running on Sunday, I really did. Every time I contemplated actually getting up, though, my body resisted. So did my mental state. I wasn’t feeing it.  By 2:00 in the afternoon, I accepted that a workout wasn’t happening. My boyfriend, who realized that leaving me curled up on the couch all day wasn’t going to make things better, at least took me out for a long walk. Although, that long walk is also when I ate frozen yogurt topped with candy…as lunch…so…

Monday
Activity: hike
Relevant Stats: 5 km return, unknown elevation gain
Observations: The sun was shining and I was determined to redeem myself for my weekend sloth. I drove all the way to Chilliwack to do a legit trail, hoping for some good late season compact snow. What I encountered instead were two things: 1. a highly entertaining (yet also sad) sign at the trailhead for someone’s missing llama. That’s just not something you see every day. 2. the trail was a sheet of ice. Even with my microspikes, I couldn’t descend without skidding uncontrollably. When I dropped my favourite water bottle off the side of the mountain, I called it a day despite being far from the top. Hike fail.

Tuesday
Activity: personal training
Relevant Stats: 60 min.
Observations: Lately, I’ve really enjoyed adding a cardio workout after my training sessions but this week I had to get to a meeting right away. Instead, I parked on the other side of the bridge from downtown and added a good 8 km of walking to my day. The highlight of my training session was getting back to full weight on the prowler (110 lb) and up to 75 lb for deadlifts. It’s not heavy, but there’s been very few times in the last year that I haven’t lost my form/twinged my SI with those weights.

Wednesday
Activity: cardio warm up + strength
Relevant Stats: 20 min. run + 45 min. strength
Observations: Where has my motivation gone?!?! I wanted nothing to do with a workout. It was gross and rainy and I convinced myself to go to the gym so I wouldn’t have to run outside. I almost fooled myself into thinking I was going to have this great treadmill run, but it sooooo wasn’t happening. After a quick 20 minute jog, I moved on to strength training. Ugh.

Thursday
Activity: run + strength
Relevant Stats: 6.5 km run + 20 min. strength
Observations: I thought I was having this great run today. After the first 10 minutes or so, it stopped feeling hellish and I felt I was on a good roll. I took a new route, though, and had no concept of distance. It felt like I’d gone a good long way, but imagine my surprise when I got home and saw it was only 6.5 km. I had to add in some strength training to feel okay about my workout, whose benefit I more than outweighed when I ate a mid-afternoon “snack” in the form of my guilty pleasure cereal, cinnamon toast crunch.

Friday
Activity: cardio warm up + strength
Relevant Stats: 15 min. stairs + 50 min. strength
Observations: I felt stronger and less exhausted today, but I strongly suspect it’s mostly because I told myself I could focus on strength with my workout today, and that always feels like the easier route these days. I know I need to push more with my cardio and yet I can’t seem to find the motivation to do that at the gym. With my running still limited to 2-3 times per week, it doesn’t leave me with enough appealing options. Is it really so bad to have muscles of steel but no endurance?!?

Franky, I’m just glad this workout week is over so I can (hopefully) hit my own, personal reset button before next week. I think this one little image will give you a sense of how I’m feeling:

This bear is substantially cuter than I am.