Ugh. I fully intended to write this post last night after having run home from work so that I could brag to you all about such! the great! start! I have on my latest! and awesomest! resolution... 1000KM OF RUNNING IN 2010!! [insert crowd applauding and cheering enthusiastically HERE!!] It is a resolution I put toward my "ten for '10"
Three years ago, after the birth of Thing One, I started running. The first few bouts came courtesy of Jules, Ottawa trainer extraordinaire at the Strollercize sessions hosted by the Bank Street Boomerang Kids. My good friend H and I would haul our post-partum asses over to the canal two or three mornings a week to commiserate with 25
How's this for my new business card? Ottawa Diva: On the cutting edge of cool. Since July 11, 2009. Because that was the date the girls and I went to see the Slaughter Daughters give it to the Thames Fatales. No, this is not porn; it's roller derby. (Though some of those outfits look like they could have come from the closet of one Miss
Our mortgage is up for renewal in September. This means we have lived in Ottawa for five years, people - FIVE YEARS! - not counting the few, glorious months we played Centretown yuppies living on the edge of China Town, stumbling home through the Crack Park after a late night out drinking seven(teen) beer on Elgin. Funnily enough, I am less
If Ottawa Diva was at home right now, she'd have her big fat ass flopped on the couch making all sorts of excuses as to why her fellow Divas kicked her butt at the Ottawa Race Weekend. "There was no time to train with all the non-blogging I've been doing," she'd tell herself. Or: "Eight feet. Four pairs of Asics. YOU do the math." Instead,
If Ottawa Diva didn't have so many legs, she would aspire to be a Rideau Valley Roller Girl. (Uh, is that girl on the right holding a WHIP?) As it is, she's gotta blogroll this site to remember to go back and purchase some merchandise. Two-sizes-too-small tank top, here a super-sticky Ottawa Diva-in-August comes!
Ottawa Diva is a spoiled bitch. The idea for this website came to her during a three-month stint in Paris in 2009. She put down her Grand Marnier and Nutella crêpe only long enough to ask, "Why don't I love Ottawa like I love Paris?" And then she kept eating. The answer, she thought, was all about attitude. Paris has it; Ottawa... well... not
