Wednesday, September 29, 2010


I run because it's my passion, and not just a sport. Every time I walk out the door, I know why I'm going where I'm going and I'm already focused on that special place where I find my peace and solitude. Running, to me, is more than just a physical's a consistent reward for victory! 

Sasha Azevedo, Model and runner 

Sunday, September 26, 2010


Thank you Carrie Bradshaw...
"Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies."




April 19th, day I shall never forget.

When I am 70 years old the date April 19th 2010 will resonate with me deep in the bowels of my heart and deep in the depths of my soul.  Why you ask?  It was a day which represented so much.  It represented dreaming and believing to make things happen.  It represented that we can achieve anything if we put our minds to it.  It represented me believing in me, loving me and doing for me.  It was a day in which I left my past behind me and saw a new bright future.  Perhaps this all sounds so dramatic for when I tell you what that day represented you won't get it, you won't comprehend it but that is no matter because I shall and I will, forevermore.  

April 19th 2010 was the day I ran the 114th Boston Marathon.  It was a long tough road to there but I tread it hard, tough and with every ounce of hardiness, sturdiness and strength I had.  No one and nothing will ever take this experience away from me.  Qualifying was one thing...Working so damn hard towards a goal I wanted so damn bad. I remember weeks leading up to my qualifier I would find myself in tears of fear.  My psyche asking what if I didn't do it?  What if I couldn't do it?  But alas I did it.  I pushed through and made a dream come true.

Every single hard ass mile of Boston was a dream come true.  It lit my soul on fire.  Every instant leading up to the race was truly amazing.  Walking the streets with 40,000 runners was awe inspiring.  I wore my Boston jacket with great pride and continue to every chance I get.
I will never forget a phone call from my dad 10 days before Boston race day.  I had just come in from a run and was preparing my dinner.  I was starving and was in no mood for chatter.  My Dad gots straight to the point...Sar, he said.  I answered Yes, Dad.  He went on:  I need to tell you something.  I said sure ok come on out with it...He went on to explain to me how in our family no one had ever participated in something like the Boston Marathon and to him and to my mom The Boston Marathon was equivalent to the Olympics...and forevermore he would see me, his only daughter as an olympian.  I cried.  The great pride in his voice left my heart with a feeling of pure joy.  It was overwhelming in the best possible way.

I wish I could sit here and explain the Boston Marathon in every last detail but alas I cannot.  It has taken me months to even share this much.  It was one of the happiest moments of my life coming across the finish line.  It was a whole weekend of wonderful emotional moments that only make sense to moi.

Today was the Toronto Waterfront Marathon where I went to cheer all my friends and fellow runners on.  I wore my Boston jacket with pride.  When I wear it I am an approachable runner.  People ask me about it and I always get the Boston nod from fellow Boston runners.
My parents think I should frame the jacket..Helllsss no.  I will wear this bloody thing with so much pride until the day I die...When its tattered and faded and not as lustrous it shall remain one apple of my eye.
Thank you Boston Marathon for everything you gave me...I truly hope to see you again one day soon. Until then...
V. xo

Thursday, September 23, 2010

pure happiness.

If this is not for you, then you are not for me.

It is weird how things go sometimes. It is strange how the world rattles along with us in tow. Moments passing so fast we cannot grasp or even realize what is happening. We can be so high on life but in an instant come crashing down from only a small but shameful blow, stubbing our heart and bruising our soul. Reminding us we are alive, so real and human. Confident in our own skin but yet instantly we are unable to recognize said skin. At such times all I can really do is find the rainbow and the lollypops...for friends, there has gots to be some. With the ego belittled and sore, a heart with a microscopic ache, I am reminded of the greatness that actually surrounds me, that being true is the key to success in every aspect. I also promise as always to never alter me for anyone or change my way of sunshine for one single soul. Staying true to what I stand for and everything in between. If this is not for you, then you are not for me.
V. xo

Saturday, September 18, 2010

A Vingnation belief.

Thanks to for sharing.
V. xo

Running Rocks my world.

As you all know running is a big part of my life. An integral part actually and today was one of those days where I was reminded of this. Sometimes my head reels and rolls around, thoughts protruding from my ears. Sometimes these thoughts are happy and sometimes they are confused and sometimes they are sad...but when out on the road, on the run, surrounded by the city, the trees, the world I am free and most importantly I am me. Simple, unknowing me. My thoughts fall with ease to the wayside, far from my heart and my hold. The runner in me reminds me I can do anything and be me. Whole hearted, real live me. I am confident, I am alive and sometimes I even forget I am actually running hard and a long amount of miles. It is the coolest feeling I have ever experienced. While out there, the wind in my hair, the sweat on my brow, my arms pumping and my legs rocking I could be 10 year old Vings or 60 year old Vings. Life is not so intense or complicated. I am alive, proving it and I am one with myself. It is a feeling I can hardly put into words or even rationalize but its so damn real and I feel so damn alive. I am so thankful for the simplicity of the run but even more so for what it does for me and my soul. My world is alive and free because of this elementary act. Tonight I am so damn thankful for this amazing unforgiving action. It rocks my world.

Thank you.

These were the exact words I needed to read this fine morning:
If you show a willingness to adapt and absorb a difficult lesson, you will never regret it. An open-minded attitude now will bring the kind of change you’ve been yearning for. Don’t be bamboozled by certain negative thoughts into believing that your current difficulties are permanent. The stars insist that you will defeat them. A magic moment soon will capture your imagination and inspire your heart with hope.

happy sigh.

V. xo