April 20th, 2011
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GPOYW: That-Awkward-Self-Timer-Photo

You know the one… the one where you set the camera up, balancing on a pile of books (or in this case, a lamp), run over, pick up a book, stare out the window, wait for the click, run back, make sure it’s o.k. it’s not. so you do it again, and again, and again.  

Finally you settle on your favourite, and you know that each time you post the photo, everyone must be imagining the whole process behind it. #awkward 

[you either relate to this post (high-five!) or don’t (who are you?! Oh.. I see… a “normal” person… eh? huh.)]

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October 1st, 2010
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Well, if you were following my twitter tweets (<— is that the right slang?) while I was in Montreal, you would have known that this happened.

OMYGOD.

It was more delicious than my life. I’m not a huge smoked-meat-type-of-person, or poutine-type-of-person for that matter, but both were so effing good I wondered why I wasn’t a smoked-meat-type-of-person, or poutine-type-of-person.

Get in ma belly, you delicious Montreal cuisine, you.

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October 1st, 2010
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I ran up their hill MOUNTAIN to get a great view of the city. 

My run was 12k and nearly killed me, but luckily I ran with a guy I had met through my work conference from Calgary, which kept my ass moving onwards (and upwards!).

Ps. Yes, yes I asked that guy to take a photo for me, and yes, yes it was embarrassing. Oh the things I do to blog…  

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September 30th, 2010
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Autumn was in full swing…

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September 30th, 2010
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This was my, Casual-Yet-Cliche-Cute-Because-Everybody-Looks-Like-This Walking around the city look.
Well, it was actually my random pieces outfit because I packed so poorly for Montreal, as I was running SO LATE after the 1/2 Marathon and nearly missed my plane - there may or may not have been frantic tears on the phone to my sister&#8230;
I wore this outfit to walk around the really old part of Montreal, taking photos, and walking into and admiring little French boutiques (swoon to all of Montreal boots and knitted sweaters, like seriously&#8230; Montreal has some serious style). 
It then started to pour with rain, so I hurried into the cutest, little French cafe and found myself a window seat to sip a latte, and read my new book. I felt awfully cliche as I sat there watching the rain pound the window, in fact I actually felt like I was in a movie:  I just needed my French lover to knock on the window, all wet and concerned, as he&#8217;d been searching the city for me after our dramatic fight (that neither of us can remember what it was about), but where I, in a burst of raw emotion and in an attempt to be dramatic, threw a vase of red roses at the wall next to him and then stormed out our cute little French apartment&#8230; but then he comes into the cafe, and we stare at each other for a while, no words are spoken, and then, as if we read each others minds, we scramble towards each other for a hot, passionate make out session, in that little, cute, French cafe, before heading home, hand in hand, in the rain. 
Too much? Oui, oui.  And to think this started out as an innocent post about my outfit&#8230;

This was my, Casual-Yet-Cliche-Cute-Because-Everybody-Looks-Like-This Walking around the city look.

Well, it was actually my random pieces outfit because I packed so poorly for Montreal, as I was running SO LATE after the 1/2 Marathon and nearly missed my plane - there may or may not have been frantic tears on the phone to my sister…

I wore this outfit to walk around the really old part of Montreal, taking photos, and walking into and admiring little French boutiques (swoon to all of Montreal boots and knitted sweaters, like seriously… Montreal has some serious style). 

It then started to pour with rain, so I hurried into the cutest, little French cafe and found myself a window seat to sip a latte, and read my new book. I felt awfully cliche as I sat there watching the rain pound the window, in fact I actually felt like I was in a movie:  I just needed my French lover to knock on the window, all wet and concerned, as he’d been searching the city for me after our dramatic fight (that neither of us can remember what it was about), but where I, in a burst of raw emotion and in an attempt to be dramatic, threw a vase of red roses at the wall next to him and then stormed out our cute little French apartment… but then he comes into the cafe, and we stare at each other for a while, no words are spoken, and then, as if we read each others minds, we scramble towards each other for a hot, passionate make out session, in that little, cute, French cafe, before heading home, hand in hand, in the rain.

Too much? Oui, oui.  And to think this started out as an innocent post about my outfit…

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September 30th, 2010
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Montreal Was…

  • Pretty
  • The old mixed with the new (see photo)
  • A work trip combined with a pleasure trip
  • A queen size bed, with massive, fluffy white comforters and pillows all to myself
  • No television: just lots of reading
  • No money spending (for reals).
  • The best starbucks latte I’ve ever got. Ever.
  • Beautiful views
  • A 12k Run.
  • Fall colours
  • Pastry delights
  • Tons of walking
  • A test to see if I was o.k traveling by myself (passed) 
  • A break from life
  • Window shopping
  • Walking in the rain
  • A toothbrush falling in the toilet (I literally just stared at it for 30 seconds puzzled as to what my next move would be)
  • Bagel breakfasts
  • Top 10 lists (a thing from the course)
  • Candy (tisk, tisk)
  • Salsa dancing lessons
  • Watching old people get REALLY drunk
  • Smoke meat sandwich (oh.my.God.) and poutine
  • Standing in front of the CL store for an embarrassing amount of time. 
  • Photos

I’ll just add: It was a short, but sweet trip, that I felt I really needed.  However, I was really disappointed with myself because I had the mindset, “I’m on holiday, thus calories don’t count.”  And obviously, once I returned home and weighed myself I was shocked and appalled at what I had done to my body, especially as it’s Marathon crunch time.  *Shaking head*  I was really disappointed in myself.

I’m going to post photos now. I apologize in advance for flooding your dashboards.

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September 29th, 2010
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I seem to have found my spot in Montreal.

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September 28th, 2010
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~ My Current View ~

I have been here just over 24 hours, and have fallen in love with this city.

Even in the rain, perfect, it’s been perfect so far. 

Happy Monday Night World,

Love E

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September 27th, 2010
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Hi hi hi Little Blog!

This post comes to you from downtown Montreal, where I just stopped in to check my emails, n’ what not, and I noticed I reached a big mile stone with my followers.

I know we all read messages like this a lot, but I cannot say enough, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!  I’m so humbled and flattered people read my words, and follow my attempt at becoming the best person I can be (aka not tubby and not un-awesome).

In 13 days I’ll run the full marathon, something I sincerely thought I’d never do, and in my moment(s) of utter exhaustion (aka after 32k) I’ll think of each of you and smile.

I cannot express my thanks enough.

Much Love, and thank you, from the bottom of my big-old-slowly-getting-fit heart

xoxo

E

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Welcome! I'm Liz, the girl relieved the Internet has 0 calories. South African by birth; Canadian on paper. A marathoner. CrossFitter. Paleo (somewhat) eater. Traveler. Cheese lover. And I think you're great!



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