Dolphins in the Howe Sound

Now that I'm not a full-time Islander; as expected, I no longer despise the ferry. What was once an inconvenient time robber preventing me from freedom ironically, has become my vessel to escape.

With a move to the city my perspective has quickly shifted. I'm no longer a victim of the ferry - it's my choice. I once again appreciate being on the ocean. I adore the wind in my face and the salty air that fills my lungs. The ferry is my comfort, my personal journey onto island time. I'm re-falling in love with this island all over again. In reality, it's probably just that with spring in the air everything is so much lighter and brighter. Winter on the water always seemed to be various shades of gray. I think it also helps that my part-time commute has recently been with dolphins.

Seriously, a pod of dolphin playing in the wake of the ferry and a mom cooked Sunday dinner makes this island pretty amazing.
xo
Becks

The other warm beverage

Coffee, I'm not cheating on you I promise but I have found another love that is almost as satisfying. Non-fat mocha meet London Fog.

I feel like I need to share how much I have been enjoying london fogs. I admit, I'm devoted to coffee but I still love to finish my day with a cup of tea after dinner. A london fog is not just any tea after dinner, it's like dessert in a cup: warm, thick, filling and so so good.

To begin choose your favourite cup, believe it or not this may actually be the hardest part.

What you need: earl grey tea leaves, milk, vanilla, frother, kettle.

Combine 1/4 cup of milk and 1 tablespoon of vanilla in your favourite mug.

Froth the milk and it should triple in size.

Heat for 1-minute, you can do this on the stove but the microwave is way faster.

Boil water and pour over earl gray tea bag.

Let it steep for 3-5 minutes, sip and enjoy!

Goodnight!
xo
Becks

Taking a Rebecca Day

Today I walked. I walked and it's Sunday. I'm taking a Rebecca day. I'm realizing my blogging frequency is directly related to how well my runs are going and let's just say I haven't posted in awhile. My hips are debilitatingly tight and despite my massage efforts I can't shake this. So today I slept in, sipped coffee, watched my mom bake bread, sipped more coffee, enjoyed 3 episodes of my new TV obsession Mad Men, went for a long walk in the snow, enjoyed wine Sunday with my family, watched the Oscars and then did some evening yoga. Like I said, I'm taking a Rebecca day!

I realized while I was walking that I'm thinking in blogs. How can I describe this? What animal can will I run into today? I was thinking I would write that I didn't even think about running on my Rebecca Day. That would be a lie because almost every conscious and non-concious thought was about running. As I walked up hills I make sure to pull through with my hamstrings and I'm always trying to contract my core. I find I'm visualizing my races and telling myself  am strong. Even my phone conversation with Jules during my walk circled around running life and what's next.

I realized that my ongoing love-hate relationship with running is tipping too far to the right these days. To run or not to run that is the question. Really, I just want to run well. I'm frustrated with how I feel. Repeat 200's in 31s are terrible; however, for how tight I am these days my times are not too horrible. I feel like I'm ploughing down the track, fighting with my tight hips and trying to dig deep but seriously coming up empty. I mean my track workouts have not been good recently by any means but they are good for how bad I feel. Is this good? Does this make sense? For taking a Rebecca day off running my day sure seemed to be consumed with it. Until next time...
xo
becks