I’ll admit it. I spent my winter between cocktail party and couch but I swear I was training. My Michael Kors boots kept me on tip-toe for five solid months meaning my toes, ankles and calves are thoroughly prepped for a season of track spikes. Additionally, I feel that I have made a fitness-couch comeback through intensive interval sessions of blackberry speed dialing and the infamous 100 yard taxi dash. I needed it after sustaining a serious tennis injur-Wii in early March.

I would have liked to keep going on this path to fitness glory but then the Vancouver sunshine came out, the MK boots got too warm and Nike announced the Human Race…oh yeah, and my wireless Wii doesn’t reach onto my patio. So this former track star (I think I won the hurdles in grade 5) turned videogame convert is taking the challenge. I’ve decided to train with a group from the Nike Running Lounge just down the street and I will be sure to share my favorite Olympic sized trials and tribulations from the west coast. This means I have an excuse for more magazine subscriptions, some cute work-out gear and carb-loading with the gals…right?

Move over Alan Webb cause I’m going from Prefontiane to Prefontastic this summer.