I am writing this post now close to 6 months after I found out the information. I last wrote about how I found information regarding my dad’s birth mother. And how I am a bit at a standstill finding out more regarding her, as she doesn’t appear to have had any more children other than my dad. And the information I can piece together about a marriage is very limited.
When I spoke with Fanny, who I mentioned was my original counsellor from Quebec, one of the first things she commented on my dad’s file was that it was not common to have both the birth mother and birth father’s names. Now, they couldn’t guarantee with 100% certainty that the birth father name was correct, as they were going on the word of Clothilde when she dropped my dad off at the orphanage. But the likelihood of her making up who the birth father was would be slim.
Let’s just cut to the chase. I have a name.My dad’s birth father is Maurice Cusson.
Want to know the crazy part? I immediately knew who would know who this was. And that person is Fernand.
I wrote about Fernand a bit, starting in 2020. The link to this post is here, and at that time I just assumed that my 23 and Me connection meant that we could somehow figure out the birth mother. He exchanged emails with me during the pandemic and we tried to pin down which aunt of his could possibly have had a child out of wedlock. We got to a point where we MAYBE thought we had who it was, but this person was already deceased and her surviving children did not want to talk to Fernand. Fernand was always very kind and really seemed invested in helping me out. Our conversations and emails lessened in the past 2 years or so, but I did every once and a while check in with him.
When I knew I was getting information directly from Quebec, I emailed him and let him know. I was honestly surprised to keep hearing from him—not sure if he would have gotten sick of me, maybe he was now older and not in the right health to talk…but he acknowledged he wanted to know what I find out.
So, when I got that name….Maurice Cusson….Cusson. That was the last name of Fernand’s grandfather. I knew this from our conversations and seeing things on Ancestry.com. So we were on the right track. So I had to immediately email Fernand and I sent him that name to find out the connection. His response:
Maurice Cusson was my uncle, my mother (Florence) brother! He was a « sailor », I believe I mentioned it, électricien, on a summer cruise ship, river cruise. He and his wife lived in Sorel, Que. Maurice was very nice person. I will dig up pictures and some anecdotes. We are cousin!
So, that means….this man, who is still alive and well in Quebec….named Fernand….is my dad’s first cousin. A cousin of my dad’s is alive and well. HOLY SHIT.
Fernand has sent me numerous photos of Maurice that he has dug up. His older brother, Roger, has also helped with the genealogy quest and is involved with sending me anecdotes. For so many years, I knew so little. Now, my world has opened up.
The main thing worth noting is that Maurice & his wife never had children of their own. We have no idea if Maurice had any idea that he possibly fathered a child. The connection we have made with what Maurice did for a living (sailor) and what Clothilde did for a living (worked on a ship) makes it very clear this was either a one-night stand or affair of some kind. Maurice was born in 1913 and then passed away in 1987. Maurice had many brothers and sisters, along with nieces and nephews. But he didn’t appear to know about his son. When he fathered my dad, he would have been around 40 years old. And with his death being in the late 80s, there was no chance of us having access to the Quebec adoption records at that time. So really, even my dad had wanted to know, he probably could have never found out.
So now I know about Clothilde & Maurice. And I have a smattering of photos of Maurice. And the craziest part…I now have flights booked for myself, Dan and Andy to head to Quebec over Easter. We are meeting Fernand. I am meeting my dad’s cousin. Even typing that is wild and my eyes swell every time, no joke. I am meeting family that I have dreamt about for so long, not knowing if they would actually exist or that I could find them. Wow.
NOTE: I am writing this post during the Alberta Public Education Teacher Strike. I will not be doing a post regarding the importance of this current situation, but I am noting it so it’s a reminder of why I was able to find time to get this done from my to-do list.
Anyway. Onto my Lost Soul 50 km recap….
This would be my final big race of the year. The year started with my focus on London Marathon, and during that training I did a great local 10km race (Moonlight Run). I completed the London Marathon, earning my 5th Abbott World Marathon Major, then onto a solid half marathon a few weeks later. Trail season hit and my body felt it. It needed recovery. But I kept moving on and eventually got into a good swing of training this summer and kept building, feeling strong.
Could this be the year I not only beat my time from 2019 (6 hr 48 min) but could I get close to a sub 6 hour Lost Soul? Before the new year, I had written time goals for all my races. For every goal race so far, I had achieved my written goal. My goal for Lost Soul 50km was a 6:0x.xx. A dream goal was a sub 6 hour.
Overall my summer training went really well without mistep. I had one big stupid fall in late July and that sidelined me for about a and a half. But after that, I had a really great 4 hour run and felt as ready as I could be. But then, after a cool summer with an unseasonable amount of rain for Lethbridge….we got the heat.
I became worried. Heat is troublesome for me. I get cranky AF. I hate it. And I didn’t have a heat training built from a summer of burning, so I got nervous. If it was hot or smokey on race day, my goal times would have to take a backseat and my focus would be on a finish.
As race day neared closer, I started making my game plan. I knew it’d be tough for my husband to be my crew person, as I had some detailed plans for aid station stuff. Dan would have to be also taking care of Andy, and if they were late to an aid station and I was stressed, it could be a disaster. I offered the idea of being “my crew” to my returning Cross Country athletes at my school. All 6 boys took it on, and honestly…the day wouldn’t have gone as well if they hadn’t been my F1 Pit Crew. Sure, they had a huge cheat sheet that I went through with them the night before and put all the stuff together (I think I made it pretty hard to screw up…you just had to follow directions, haha). I know they were a bit nervous about the idea of actually screwing up, so I think that pressured them a bit to be on the ball with everything…they knocked it out of the park!
Race day came, September 6th. The weather had cooled that week and I knew it wouldn’t be terrible. The morning would be great but after the first two hours, it would start to warm. After going back and forth about what I would do to stay cool, we decided I would in fact use an ice-pack system in the bladder of my pack starting on Leg 3 (There are 5 legs total in the race). I borrowed a second Salomon hydration vest from my coach/friend so that way the F1 Crew could get it prepped to swap with me after Leg 2, with ice ready. I would also take ‘my stupid hat’ at that time, with water and ice in it. I HATE HATS. But I wore this Ciele bucket hat for the remainder of the race and it honestly probably saved me.
Courtesy of Ralph Arnold Photography
Back to the start of the race…I was a tad nervous in Leg 1 because I KNEW I was pushing it. I did Leg 1 is great time, under an hour, at 54 minutes… and I was admittingly a little worried if I went out too crazy. Leg 2 I kept holding on my pace pretty well and fell into a good groove. I did start to get hungry so getting to the aid station at Softball Valley was a welcomed arrival. I arrived to Softball Valley approximately 1 hour and 49 minutes into the race. I did my vest switch with my crew, had some more fuel and headed out.
Courtesy of Ralph Arnold Photography
I knew going onto Leg 3 that if I was to start to fall apart, it’d happen after Gun Range and Ryan’s Hill. I would feel it in my body, that I pushed to hard. I kept moving and going and felt strong. A note for this whole race is that I was pretty much on my own the entire time. No one with me to pace, no one right in front of me or right behind. I had to completely count on myself. I made it into Pavan almost exactly 3 hours into the race. So, I had 3 hours left to hit my goal of sub 6 hours. But it was onto the dreaded North Loop, which is 16km, pretty desolate and a big mind f&$K.
My F1 Pit Crew and I
I went on out and felt solid, very grateful for my stupid hat and ice in it. A weird thing happened, though, when I got to the first major coulee climb in the private land–my inner thighs started spasming. SHIT, I am going to fall apart out here on this private land that has nuclear sign warnings placed randomly. I am going to have to have someone evac me out.
Spoiler alert-I did not need an evac.
I kept moving, and I think my mind telling me to make it easy to figure out how fast I needed to go on the last leg….I made it back to Pavan in 2 hours. I was roughly 5 hours into this 50km foot race, with only about 7 km left to go (It is a 50 km race, but it measures approximately 51km). A friend came up as F1 Crew helped me and told me I was 3rd female, but did not know where 4th was in relation to me so I NEEDED TO GET GOING. I got going.
Every uphill I faced in the short final leg hurt my inner thighs, always spasming. But I had my eye on the finish. I kept going, knowing I was so close to home. And I could hit my goal. And surpass it.
As I made the final turns back into Softball Valley, the sweet sounds of Macklemore’s “Downtown” played in my airpods, I started crying, and I came into the finish line surrounded by people cheering me in. I not only got my handwritten goal of a 6:0X.xx, not only did I break 6 hours…I finished in a 5:47.33. Never in a million years did I think I had the ability to place 3rd place female overall in this damn race. This was the most amazing feeling and I could not be happier to be surrounded by Dan, Andy, my coach, my friends, my coworkers, my cross country athletes, and all other spectators. It was a fairy tale ending.
We stayed around to cheer other runners coming in, hang out with the people who cheered me in. I went home and showered and then headed back to Softball Valley to cheer on more finishers and just soak in the whole day. The next day was the banquet where we had an excellent breakfast, speakers and awards. It was everything I could have asked for in this weekend and I will always cherish Lost Soul 50km 2025.
This post will be about my second phone call with Fanny, where I found out the name of the birth mother (along with some other tidbits). When Fanny set up for us to have this call in mid May, it came to my surprise to hear that she would be leaving her job position.
My first thought: fuck. I won’t get everything I need.
Yes, that was selfish. But I have been waiting for so long to find out this information, I was a bit scared that my case would get shuffled back into a long queue, not paid attention to the same way she did. We had our first call together before I went to the London Marathon and she gave me some rich background information. She wanted to have this call occur before she was leaving her job, so she could give me the birth mother information that she had confirmed.
Clothilde Lemay.
That is my grandmother’s name. Clothilde. Lemay.
Just like in the first call, she couldn’t release exact birth dates or death dates, locations, etc. And now that this call happened back in May, I don’t remember exactly what we spoke about. One interesting thing was brought up, thought-she hinted that maybe I could find something regarding Clothilde’s father, as there was a documentary put out by NFB (National film board) that included him. He was a musician. She couldn’t directly share his name, but she must had found it in her search and made sure I looked it up to put it all together. So I did. It’s a bit odd and interesting all at once. I have watched it and have all sorts of thoughts. (Here is the link too: https://www.nfb.ca/series/le-son-des-francais-damerique-english-version/season1/les-gens-du-plaisir-en/ )
Clothilde was an only child. She never had any other children other than my dad. It appears she may have gotten married again, but never had another child with her husband. In my Ancestry.com searches, there is no more paths from her name. Cannot find a grave. Cannot find a burial. What I have is below:
Died young. Close to my dad’s age. What I can piece together on ancestry is below. And if we put this all into perspective, she died before I was even born. So in a way, it is comforting knowing that I didn’t ‘just miss out’ on finding her. I wasn’t even here. My dad hadn’t even met my mom yet. Finding her wasn’t on my dad’s radar.
I have found no pictures of Clothilde online. No obituary. No photos shared on ancestry. She is a mystery. I do, as you saw above, have video of my great-grandfather though. Which is absolutely insane. And what I did four weeks ago is more insane: I decided to google up one of the directors of that documentary. His name is Andre’ Gladu. And according to the internet, he is still alive.
I found him on Facebook and sent him a message. He has not replied yet, or read it. So a few days ago I sent him a friend request. I have no clue if he will read it or acknowledge it. If someone wants to help a girl out and see if he’ll read this, work your magic:
So. I learned my grandmother’s name. Clothilde Lemay. My dad’s biological mom. This was always what I wanted to find out. I was met with so many emotions over those first days of finding out. I cried. I felt sad for her and her story. To have a son, to have to give him up….to get married but never have a second chance at her own family…dying young….it’s crazy. I was always on the search for my dad’s birth mom and I was worried that now, with now knowing the name and even now months later not knowing much about her at all…that this was all for nothing.
This blog was started to honour my dad. And I have mentioned at times his history and background. In 2014, my husband and I travelled to Quebec City to be immersed in his origin story (find that here and here). And by doing my own DNA submissions through Ancestry and the now questionable 23andMe I have found many distant relative matches. Notably is the match I have with an 80-something fellow from Montreal area (wrote about that briefly here). He and his brother had a hunch on cracking the code of my dad’s birth parents, but we ran in to some dead ends and some family who had either passed or didn’t want to talk.
Then, came this: New Quebec Bill provisions The update, which came into place on June 8th, 2024, would now allow me as a first-degree descendent of an adoptee to submit a request for biological family information. I submitted my application with supporting documents the moment I was able to.
Then, I waited.
I emailed once or twice to confirm that YES I was in a queue and YES I would be contacted soon.
Then, on Monday, March 17th 2025, I received an email from a woman named Fanny, who had this in her email signature:
Conseillère en recherche des origines internationales et intergouvernementales
Direction de la recherche des origines et des retrouvailles
Secrétariat aux services internationaux à l’enfant
Ministère de la Santé et des Services Sociaux
201, boulevard Crémazie Est, bureau 1.01
Montréal (Québec)
Fanny would be working with me and assured me she would contact me as soon as she is able to begin work on my request. IT WAS HAPPENING.
Now that you’ve made it this far, I am going to make sure I say that I have a few posts planned regarding all of this I have been learning. And really, I am just beginning. But this first post is so that others who have submitted information, like myself, in regards to Bill 2 can see what they may expect to receive. Looking back now with what I have received, I know I am very lucky. But it also came with a lot of emotions. And if anyone reads this, finds this post, and wants to more in detail because they are in the same process/predicament….don’t hesitate to reach out.
Once Fanny was able to start working on my case, we set up a phone appointment to go over everything. Speaking to someone with a very strong French accent, with English not their first language, is definitely a challenge on the phone! We did later calls on Zoom, which was helpful to see her expressions. Fanny was lovely. We chatted for an hour and she explained the process-to summarize, as she works through my dad’s files, once she has accumulated enough base information (starting with birth mother) I would receive another email to set up another phone call/zoom call. She would then release the information to me on that call, and also email the information securely. After each step, we then discuss if we’d like her to find more (if the person is still alive, descendants potentially, birth father etc) until we finish. She won’t be able to give me every detail about the names she releases, but I may receive general birth years and background stuff (region where they lived, etc).
Fanny worked FAST. She knew I was going to Europe for Easter, so she was hopeful to get the first bit of information to me before hand. On April 16th, 2025, we spoke on Zoom. She was able to provide me with a summary of sociobiological antecedents. This “summary” was actually 8+ pages and pretty detailed. She spoke with my for close to an hour about all these details and I wrote down tons, but the summary pretty much had everything listed there in plain sight. My father’s birth name…Joseph Luc Parent. We always just thought it was Luc! The funny thing we always knew was the birthday discrepancy. The English version says June 7th and the French version at the orphanage and all the letters from the birth mom say June 8th. Full term, 7 pounds 8 ounces and born at St-Joseph Hospital, 750, rue Saint-Vallier Ouest, Québec city…which Fanny said is interesting because it is not the hospital that was attached to the orphanage. The mother’s name?Not given yet in this meeting. But, I found out she was 28 years old when she gave birth. Light brown hair “, brown” eyes, 5’5 1/2″ and 120 pounds. It also states her region of residence to be Chaudiere-Appalaches region and that she was single.
There is a section regarding the “physical, psychological and social development of the child.” There is quite a bit—stating about vaccinations received at orphanage in 1953, along with a physical exam in late April 1954 which noted “…lively, intelligent, in good health and a very attractive child” Then, later in May, another exam was done with a psychiatrist. I assume this was done in preparation for adoption, as he was placed with his adoptive parents on July 2nd, 1954. There are also snippets of case worker reports from when they visited my dad at his new home in 1955. The first “being a little overweight, your doctor prescribed you a protein diet….get along well with your brother although your mutual adjustment was slow at first.” And the last statement on November 11th, 1955, has the case worker “conclude that you have adjusted so well that you will lead a very secure and happy life.”
The flipside to all these lovely notes leading to adoption and checkups in his first year at his new home is that there was a section preclusive to this labelled “Placement History.” Fanny noted to me that all the detail in here was quite unique, as there is not always this much information in a file. There are dated entries regarding contact with my dad’s birth mom and presumably, the orphanage. Below is a screenshot (everything is referenced as if they are speaking to my dad).
When Fanny told me all this information, I just took it all in and it didn’t effect me one way or the other. I was just amazed I was hearing it all. But a few days later, emotions took over. I cried. A lot. I felt for this woman, my grandmother, and what she had to have been going through. And how difficult it must have been. What did her life turn out to be like? Did she end up having a family and kids and a husband?
The other piece of information I found out was that the birth mother did in fact name a birth father. This was apparently very uncommon, so I am very fortunate this was included. Fanny made sure to state that of course this information could be false, as the birth mother could be saying anything. But this was what was included for me to see at this first call:
Fanny described the man was listed as a sailor, and it then also appeared that the birth mother was a kitchen maid on the ship. It was presumed then that this man was married and had his own life off the ship. It was also noted in the file that the birth mother only told her own father about the pregnancy. Other thing about the birth mother… she was in fact, an only child. Just like me.
By the end of the call and then receiving the file, I knew more about my dad’s birth story than I could have possibly dreamed. But we weren’t finished yet. Fanny would next be looking into information regarding the birth mother (she already had the name, but needed to see about possible living family) and then eventually, the birth father. The wait for this info was a long time coming, and this was only the beginning.
Lets not forget that the tagline of my blog has to do with “Running, Disney & Dad”…so I MUST include a recap of my trip to Disneyland Paris. This trip was part of my trip to do the London Marathon, and was one of the main bargaining chips I used in order to convince Ali to come along to see me run the race. Given how Easter fell this year, I had Spring Break for the week or so before the day of the London Marathon. This allowed for earlier travel to Europe, and what better than just going to London….but to also go to Paris…namely, Disneyland Paris. So here is my quickly done post (frantically doing it during my prep period at work) about an amazing trip overseas.
It is obvious to anyone who has read my blog in the past 10+ years that I am a Disney Parks fan. Growing up going to Walt Disney World, eventually getting to Disneyland & California Adventure…doing many of the RunDisney races on both coasts, going on family trips, friend trips, you name it…I do it. But I had yet to go to an international Disney park. And that changed with Disneyland Paris.
Ali & I both flew in to Charles De Gaulle on the Tuesday morning after Easter. We were flying in from different originating airports, but we were able to manage getting flights that arrived around 30 minutes from one another. We easily found eachother past customs in the baggage area, got our stuff, and headed on out. We had done a little research into the transit options to Disneyland Paris (lets just call it DLP from now on…too much to type), and the Metro seemed potentially sketchy with all our luggage due to pick-pockets. And a long time because if you check a map, it would include a transfer and its all not very direct. There is also a direct high-speed train but it is expensive and runs at limited times. So we opted to book an Uber and chose the option for a female driver who would only drive female passengers. Perfect! Our driver happened to speak decent English also and she was so nice. The drive took around 45min-1hour, and we really just went through some different countryside areas until we happened upon the DLP resort.
Petit RosalieIt’s a Small WorldHotel YEE HAW!
We booked our resort, Hotel Cheyenne, through MEI & Mousefan Travel. DLP does hotel & ticket packages if you want to book at one of their hotels, so we didn’t even try to look at hotels on the outskirts because this just simplified everything. We were on property this way, could walk to the parks, and had 1 hour early entry by staying at a hotel property. In this post, I will mention some differences (good and bad?) that we noticed between DLP and the US parks. First weird thing for us was the check in process. We had our bags with us but they wouldn’t let us into the hotel check-in with our suitcases…we had to wait in a line outside to check our bag with an attendant, then went inside to check-in. When we checked in, we found out that our room was ready early (it was around 1:30 pm I think?) so then we had to go BACK outside to reclaim our suitcases. Anyway, we got to our room early so we could wash our faces, change and feel refreshed (even though I had not slept at all on the flight).
Hotel Cheyenne is themed like the infatuation people have with US cowboy stuff. Ali and I started calling it Hotel YeeHaw. Room was fine and worked for us. Had a double bed and a trundle bed. I slept on the trundle and it was actually the comfiest bed I had all trip. There was AC and a fan in the room, thank god, and we got that going. When looking at hotel options, we had first wanted Hotel Sequoia as the rooms are a bit nicer, a little bigger, and resort theming is better. And initially, the price point was the same. But in about 5 days from when we received the quotes and made a selection, it went up quite a bit more than Yee Haw. So we stuck with Yee Haw.
One positive we noticed at Yee Haw compared to US hotels is how quiet is was on property. This maybe had to do with the fact that none of the hotels have an outdoor pool (Yee Haw had no pool, but Sequoia has an indoor), but then also even though there was themed background music, it was only playing surrounding the main building. Our building area was silent. And we NEVER heard kids running down the hallway, screaming, yelling, etc. It was very peaceful.
The walk to the DLP version of Disney Springs/Downtown Disney is very easy and along a small river. There is a ton of construction right now because they are doing loads of upgrades at downtown, along with Studios Park & Disneyland. So yes, it’s an eyesore. But it was easy enough to get to and get through. We stopped at Petit Rosalie for cheese & wine to make our France arrival official. I am dumb and didn’t read a label on something that I thought was cheese wrapped in foil and instead took a bite out of a stick of butter, but yeah….we headed to Disneyland Park and then were ready to take it all in.
We right away noticed all the beautiful gardens as you were entering DLP. There is so much focus on gardens and nature in DLP-a lot less of a concrete jungle than the US parks. The architecture is also stunning. The castle…wow. WDW castle is larger, but this castle appears to be larger due to how it is built up. And what’s awesome is how you can walk through the castle in many different levels….below to see the dragon, above to see the stained glass. We spent a lot of time taking pictures and just wandering.
Beautiful Castle!Second day, heading back for lunch at Walt’s
I’ll end up blending things from both our days in this post, otherwise it’ll get too long. We did Small World as our first ride and it was fun to see a different iteration of it, especially being North American and how they include our homes in the ride. We eventually made it over to The Disney Studios Park, which many will say lacks in Imagineering…oh, it does. But they are building the World of Frozen so eventually it’ll be better. I was able to get on Remy in single rider very fast going over there, and we got to experience the terrible Cars Road Trip tram ride. Oh, it’s so bad it’s funny. We later on did Pirates (and ate at Captain Jacks) and Phantom Manor. Both iterations of these rides I thought were better than the stateside ones, in particular Phantom Manor. Haunted Mansion is loved by many, but Phantom Manor really knocks it out of the park. We ended up doing it 3 or 4 times over the days we went to the park.
Pirates at sunsetQuestionable Cars Road TripPhantom Manor
We were going to try to stay up for the nighttime show that first night, but we knew we needed to give in and shower and get back to the room. We did early entry the next day and were on Main Street while it was completely empty, albeit raining. We didn’t think through our morning attack, and I had neglected to see which rides were actually open at both parks for early entry, so we sort of wasted time trapsing around. But we got Hyperspace Mountain done (it goes upside down!), Buzz Lightyear and Pinocchio. Did more wandering in the rain. Did the Indiana Jones Roller Coaster (also upside down…who am I?), ate some comical Dorito nachos thing, before heading back to room for me to run and both of us to refresh.
What we started noticing by this point was how different the clientele at DLP are. In the stateside parks, everyone is complaining and pushy and rude–to other park goers and the employees. Here, we notice that European’s have no spatial awareness, in that they are always sort of cutting you off or in your personal space. However…no one is complaining. No one is fighting or arguing. Everyone just exists and goes with it.
questionable snacks….Empty Main StreetCoffee & ponchosReason for this blog….for my dad!
After our little break, we luckily had a reservation at Walt’s on Main Street. This was our special treat for our 40th birthday’s. It was a three course meal and it was fantastic. We did more rides after, some repeat, then were able to check out Hotel Marvel Skyline Bar. It was very cool. When we made it back to the park later we trekked it over to Phantom Manor, again, and then eventually got onto Main Street for the nightime show. I was impressed with the show-it’s a mix of lights, projections, drones and fireworks. There are less fireworks than at the US shows, but we were comfortably able to get a spot on Main Street and see everything well. Yes, you could pay more for a reserved spot near the front, but being right down the middle of Main Street was great for us, and made it quick to exit when the show was done. Show started late-10:40 PM. It doesn’t get dark until very late in Paris, so it has to be this late really.
Nightime showCheers to Disneyland Paris!
Our two night hotel package included three days of park tickets, so before checking out the following morning we took advantage of going in one more time to just soak everything in. To anyone who loves Disney Parks but hasn’t been to an international park yet….do it. I would encourage going to DLP, but maybe wait until all the current construction is done (we were sad when we found out a few months ago Thunder Mountain would be closed…you go in a tunnel under the lake to an island for the ride. Damn) so all the new enhancements are completed. I have spoken about a lot of positives we saw compared to the US parks. One thing that is different and I am not sure if it is a negative (or just something we take for granted) is the lack of good snacks and counter service restaurants. Our meal at Walt’s was excellent. Captain Jack’s was good. But all the other sit-down restaurants were buffets mainly. And the quick-service items were less than to be desired. Maybe North American’s just love their weird snack foods/appetizers/food-on-a-stick/etc…and maybe we are just used to all the options you can have at someplace like EPCOT. So that is different.
Will I go again? I have no clue. But I knew that if I was heading to Europe to do a marathon in London, I sure as hell wanted to try to check going to Disneyland Paris off my bucket-list while there. When we checked out, we took an uber to our hotel in Paris (near Gare du Nord) and had less than 24 hours to explore Paris itself before hopping on the Eurostar the next day to get to London. We had a great time in Paris and the Eurostar was an efficient and enjoyable experience. I can’t wait to get back to France someday in the future, hopefully with Dan and Andy, and take in more of Paris itself.
I am about a week and half post marathon, and I know the sooner I get this post out, the better it will be. I don’t plan to make this lengthy, just want to give an account of what the experience was participating in the 45th edition of the famous London Marathon!
More on this selfie later!
Last year I realized that the London Marathon would fall the week after Easter. This was a jackpot spot for me, as a teacher, as my school division has Spring Break from Good Friday through the following week. This meant I would be able to travel overseas for this event and only have to use my minimal personal days to cover a few days after the race. The entry and cost was the next step, and I found a tour provider, Dream Travel Canada, who I joined quickly. I didn’t care about the cost–I knew this was my way in. If you are curious about the cost, you can easily google it…it is pretty steep for getting a guaranteed race entry into this event. However, with the other option being their “Ballot” (the lottery) and it getting more insane every year (just a few days ago the ballot closed for next year’s race and a staggering 1.1 million people entered) this was my way to assure I got in during the perfect Easter bubble.
Training had been going great all season. I had a different goal going into this race, though—train for a 3:30 time, but know that this will not happen. I had that mindset for a variety of reasons.
1.) The overseas travel and jet lag to take into account. And that I would be landing in Paris the Tuesday before the race, doing Disneyland Paris, sightseeing, Eurostar to London, sightseeing, etc. When I do my recap on Disneyland, I really will comment on how much we actually walked before the race day…and while I had some regret in this about a week post-race, I know that looking back I truly have no regrets on how hard Ali and I toured Europe. I don’t know when I’ll be back there again! I didn’t want to spend my days leading up to the race in poorly air conditioned hotel rooms (come on Europe, that’s the only thing I have a complaint on)!
2.) Other world majors I have done can be very crowded. Lots of weaving, not sure how the corral system would work, etc. I didn’t want to be frustrated trying to weave through people and then ultimately fall short. In the end, I found the flow of the course to go quite well and that was not a problem at all (I think my start corral helped)
3.) I am paying an insane amount to travel here, so I wanted to have fun! I set a dumb goal of really going all out the first half, admitting to my coach I would “most likely fall apart” the second half, but then try to really just take in the sights and enjoy it. That is, in fact, exactly what I did and you can see that with my data on Strava.
The tour group we went with was great with communication. We had a meet up on the Friday evening at our hotel, a Holiday Inn, so we could meet other runners. At this meetup, someone offered me their spot on the bus for race morning to get to the start area. I gladly took this so I didn’t have to deal with transit race morning and it was appreciated. Race morning came, and they started breakfast early downstairs for the runners. It was mainly a cold buffet, and I thought I had eaten enough. In retrospect, I should have taken more food with me to the race area to eat before the event because I was struggling with hunger throughout the race. This has been something I have spoken with my coach about, as this training cycle I seem to never have enough calories. Sometimes, I know I am not eating enough. But other times I am baffled to why I feel empty. We hope to get this sorted out before my 50 km in September.
A group of us from the bus who were in the Blue Wave stuck together during the morning after going through security. We had around 1.5 hours to just sit and wait. Weather was overcast, but it was predicted to keep warming up throughout the day. One really great thing was the number of porta potties. I went, I think, 3 times before we got into the corrals and I never had to wait. This is a nerve-wracking thing for runners! The announcers were clear with directions and they explained when they would start queuing the different start waves. I was wave 3 in the blue corral. I admittingly put an estimated finish time 10 minutes faster than my personal best. But, given how I knew I was tackling this race, I knew that for at least the first 10 km I would be cruising at that pace. What was cool about the Blue corral was that we got to start on the ‘official’ start line. There were two other corrals that would then feed into one another around the 5km mark, and they started in other off-shoots of the main start line. My co-worker, Jeni, who killed the race in a 3:07 and was the 10th fastest female finisher from Canada, was starting in Pink. We were at the same hotel, but we never saw each other on race day due to start area logistics.
It was an exciting start and I do think I teared up as I went across the start line. Music and excitement at these races bring on emotions and I can’t control them. This was the start of my 5th Abbott World Major…now I just needed to get to the finish! I went out fast, like I said I would, and just kept with the pace. Crap-already hungry. I had eaten one pack of my Honey Stingers while sitting around, so I have one more pack of honey stingers and 4 Xact bars, along with Xact electrolytes to get me through. Thank god for the spectators later in the course who had cut up oranges and gummies…god bless.
I won’t talk about mile by mile, but my first half generally went with the plan. Go hard, then fall apart…haha. The point I knew things would change would be as we approached the iconic Tower Bridge. I actually met up briefly with a former math student of mine the day prior-he lives near Tower Bridge. He and a friend were going to come watch race morning. I actually spotted him….Zitong! Zitong! He got my picture. Then the vibe over Tower Bridge was electric. So many photographers. So cool. Such energy. Then I got off the bridge, all hyped up, to then do a double-take….IS THAT GORDON FUCKING RAMSEY??? I turned around and went BACK around 50 meters and basically yelled in his face “GORDON RAMSEY!!!!?!?!?!?!?!” He just started laughing. I think he gave me a hug, maybe a fist bump, I now don’t remember. But I asked for a selfie. That is the photo at the top of the page. He was laughing and I was digging my phone out of my pack. He tells me to hurry up! and I get the photo, thank him and on my way….but not until i take the time to send this photo to a group chat of friends at what would be around 3:00 am. This was a race highlight and if I had been taking it too seriously, wouldn’t have been able to enjoy.
Hi!!!I don’t know that woman, but she looks happy too!
The second half of the race started to get warm. It got to a high of around 22 degrees Celsius, which on paper isn’t “hot.” But all week we were getting emails warning us about it. When you train all winter and pull off outdoor workouts in -40, this is quite the swing. There was also something about the air flow in the second half of hte race….larger buildings around, sun reflecting off the buildings, etc….I was taking the small water bottles every station they had them. I would swig some water, then squirt a bunch all over my head. Rinse and repeat. There was also ice that I grabbed and put in my buff.
This whole time, since race start, my calves were cramping. They actually were like this since Friday morning. I had woken up in the middle of the night with what I thought were Charlie horses. Whatever it was, the cramping never went away. Probably due to the fac that on Wednesday I walked 38,000 in Disneyland Paris…but that’s another story. I contemplated time and again about stopping at an aide tent to get my calves massaged, but I was worried that if I stopped it would be harder to stop again. So I just slowed down and trucked on.
As I got to the final 5km, Ali was able to find me from a spot she was standing on the bridge. I wasn’t aware of this until after the race, but I am glad she was able to spot me in the masses of 56,000 people. She said my tall red socks along with bright yellow vest helped a ton. I knew I could still get a sub 4 hour time, which honestly was the time I wanted in the back of my head when all was said and done, so I kept moving. Running to see Big Ben was awesome! The turn down the finish line in the Buckingham Palace area was also really cool, but I couldn’t really properly soak it in as I just wanted to finish. In the end, I finished with a respectable time of 3:57.26. Of my five world majors, this one is my 3rd fastest—I’ll take it!
Big Ben in the background5th World Major completed!
They only had water and their sport drink to hand out as post-race refreshments. Possibly due to the sheer number of runners, but this was rough as I was really wishing for a bagel or something. I guess if you knew you’d want something right away, you woul dhave wanted to check a bag. But then you’d still have to walk to claim that and all. It was just weird to me as a North American to not get any post race food item. But, I will say that exiting the race was a lot quicker than North American races. In New York, I swear we walked another 5 km through Central Park to help ease the crowds before we were actually allowed out. Here, I just wandered through this wide gathering area to an exit, and then Ali sent me visual descriptions of which alley way to turn down to find her at a pub, where she waited for me with a beer in hand. We then took a slow walk back to our hotel (about 2 miles) and we stopped at a pub that was giving a free burger to all finishers who brought in their medal. There—I got my food!
Do I recommend doing London? Hell yeah, especially if you are on the 6 World Major track. Would I do it again? No. There are too many other races out there in the world to do. The cost for me to get here to do this race was heavy, but it was worth it. I had a great experience and I cherish the memories not only of the race day, but the trip to Europe and all the hard months training. I am really proud of the things I accomplished leading up to this race, and only I can understand how important those milestones are. London 2025….thank you for everything.
Moonlight Run. I have written so many recaps of this race over the years. It is a Lethbridge staple in the running community. I am sure I have also referred to it as the “kick-off” to the running season. 8:00 pm start for the 10km…8:15 pm start for the 6km. Over 2000 runners. Twilight start, and moonlit ending. This race had everything. There has been years it’s been windy, raining, snowing, ice-skating terrain, mud….but this year was something special.
Photo captured by oncourse photographer, Blair Takahasi. Coming around the last corner by CASA…my 1st race as a 40 year old, so the speed limit sign is fitting.
Our whole family was registered for Moonlight Run, and as the race day got closer, Andy just wouldn’t stop talking about it. He was very excited about it this year, as last year was his first time doing the 6km. But, it was in a full-blown blizzard! He ran in snow boots and snow pants! And the time was a chiptime of 58:13. Even after the terrible weather last year, he was ready for this year. We went as a family to pickup our race bibs and shirts on Friday night, and Andy was excited to put his shirt on at home that evening. But we would have a long while until the race began the next evening.
Excited we could get a kids shirt that fit him!Family bibs ready to go!
The interesting thing with race day for Moonlight Run is that you have the WHOLE DAY before the actual event. No early wake up, no needing to think really about your breakfast intake….you go about the day almost as normal, but don’t want to be doing too much in preparation for the race. Even a nap midday is helpful, and then having to plan an earlier dinner, but not too-heavy of a dinner, before the race.
And the nerves. They build. With it being the start of race season, I put a lot of pressure on myself when I race the 10km, as this sort of sets the tone for the season. Yes, it’s ‘just a local race,’ but for me (and probably many more of our friends) it is much more.
Andy was so excited about the race that he drove us bonkers all day long. He was acting silly, asking tons of questions, telling us the same thing over and over again about Moonlight Run, reminding us about running in snow pants last year…we were going to walk over to the race start, since our house is located very close to downtown, an we ended up just leaving the house earlier than planned since it seemed the anticipation was driving this kid nutso.
Before the race!Andy giving us a smirk as they get setup for the race
It is always very busy at the start area and lots of stuff going on to see. They had drummers and other performers, people congregating and meeting up with friends, announcements about race procedures. I ended up leaving Dan and Andy with our friends so I could do a quick warmup. I ended up stripping down my layers to put away in our backpack (which Dan would check eventually) along with my phone, and got into the start corral. After some announcements, pep talk, a draw for a free pair of shoes, and Oh Canada…we were ready to start!
My race plan all along was to start out hard and try to hold on best I could. I really wanted to just go ‘all out’ and challenge myself to achieve a 10km race time that I used to achieve. I also was ok with knowing that perhaps my legs would give out before heading back up Wendy’s hill. So I went out with nothing to lose. First mile I knew I would be going fast…and it’s downhill. I ended up clocking a 6:22 minute mile for the first one. OK…lets see how long I can hang on to something. My second mile was 6:55. Still a sub 7 minute, so that was something. I then set my mind on getting a great 5km time. We were now on flat ground and heading north in Indian Battle Park. We were starting to get more spaced out, so I just kept my focus on individuals close to me to try to catch up to people and not let them get too far away. By mile 3, I was at a 7:13. I was slowing, but I knew that would happen. I just couldn’t let that discourage me. My legs, particularly my quads, were sore (from the fast downhill pounding to the river valley) and I was starting to notice my empty stomach. I needed this to be done sooner rather than later so I could get some food, so my focus now went to just getting the thing done.
I was able to make some ground on people in front of me, even as we all got more spread out. I clocked a 7:18 for mile 4. I knew then at that point I had about one more mile of flat, then would have the rest of it uphill out of the river bottom. I was feeling strong, but I did slow more, but I felt powerful as I was able to make ground on people around me. I was at a 7:30 mile when I got to the biggest challenge of Moonlight Run-Wendy’s Hill.
Why is it called Wendy’s Hill? Well, there is a Wendy’s at the top of the climb out of the river valley! It is about a 1 km ascent from the river bottom to the top of this hill, and then still a slight incline all the way to the finish. At this point in the race, the 10km runners are also joining up with 6km runners who are on the same return (they just never headed out north like we did). This hill is well lit and the incline is fairly constant, so even though it is long, it doesn’t change drastically. I was able to stay strong as we climbed up and I kept focusing on my goal of hitting a sub 46 minute time. I knew I would be close, and not quitting on myself would be important.
I climbed out of that river valley and could hear the one pipe band playing near 7th st. I could see the crowds starting to build near CASA and the finish line. I was almost there. The time for mile 6 was a 8:47, which seems like such a drop compared to the other miles, but I know that incline out at the end is HARD. And I knew at this point I couldn’t slow down. Lots of people around me were trying to kick in for their last stretch, much like me in that photo at the top. I felt like I could sense someone gaining on me….no clue who it was…they could have been a 6km runner, 10km runner, older/younger….I didn’t care. I didn’t want anyone passing me in the final 100 m. I ran the last approximately quarter mile in around a 6:42 pace. I crossed the finish line in a chip time of 45:28, well surpassing my goal!
I may had finished my race, but I wasn’t done yet. I now quickly made my way to the bag drop to claim our backpack. I got out my phone and checked on the Garmin Live Tracker where Andy and Dan were. They were coming up Wendy’s Hill and were over half way done. I went down the course a bit so I could hopefully catch them coming in to the final stretch. The livetracker was so helpful as I refreshed it every 30 seconds or so to see their blue dot come closer and closer. With the darkness in the sky and the street lights and crowds, it was hard to sometimes pick people out. And lots of people were coming in now. I saw them coming and I just started taking picture after picture and yelling for them. They were doing awesome! Dan and Andy finished strong and Andy had an extremely strong finish time of 41:10….remember his time last year? 58 minute and change! What an improvement! Dan said Andy was AWESOME the whole race…it was very crowded and he listened so well and never walked or complained. Next year he is going to go for under 40 minutes!
Matching strides!All smiles!
This night went as well as we could have hoped for and exceeded our expectations. We got our slices of pizza after finish, bundled up and walked home. Andy got thrown in the shower immediately and emerged in his bathrobe and finisher medal. He went to bed then dad and I had snacks, beer and watched a movie. My body felt like shit the next morning, but it was a good shit. I earned it. And I was happy.
Here’s to the 2025 running season! And to showing myself that being 40 years old doesn’t mean anything! If anything, it makes me stronger than ever before!
I had the best intentions to try to do an update on training every week or too. But, of course, it sure isn’t as easy to find the time to do that compared to when I first started this blog in 2014. I was very dedicated in updating this page with my Dopey Challenge updates, my races, my fundraising in memory of my dad….I really wish I could add 5 more hours in each of my days and maybe, just maybe, I’d then have enough time to do this every week.
This isn’t complaining. Life is great right now. But holy shit, everything just piled on at the same time it feels…guess that’s how it always happens. So I have this training happening, which I want to note is going GREAT. Honestly, not sarcastically. I have stuck to my coach’s training plans pretty dead-on since we began just before January 1st, 2025. It has been going awesome. I am nailing the paces and the distances. It has been great to be feeling so great while doing this. This is huge, as when I did my last full marathon in 2022 I was not in the same shape. I am feeling like my old self, and pretty damn proud of doing this while 40 years old.
My coach hard at work making training plans and multitasking
I have only had some pain in my hamstring, and this is a bit frustrating. I noticed it back in November, actually, its always just been kind of ‘there.’ I have had massage done, I have foam-rolled, stretched, etc…but it is always just lingering. I am just crossing my fingers that it doesn’t progress to anything that leans towards the injury realm.
Tomorrow, I bribed our son to go to the weekly Park Run 5km in preparation for the annual Moonlight Run, which is the following weekend. Andy will be running the 6km at Moonlight with dad, while I attempt to race balls-to-the-wall in the 10km and see what my old self has in me. The bribe for doing the free 5km tomorrow is that Andy gets to choose where we go to dinner. He chose Original Joes, which we aren’t mad about. At least he didn’t pick Boston Pizza. If he doesn’t finish Park Run, however, I need to follow through and cancel the reservation and maybe I’ll just be sludge and get Taco Bell for myself for dinner. I do plan to do a nice little recap after this race weekend comes, as I always have. If you search Moonlight Run on my page, you will find TONS of posts. I really love this local evet because it always seems to be the kickoff to the race year.
Dan has been getting into his own training schedule too, with a focus on the Red Deer Half this May (already registered for) and toying with the idea of a fall full marathon (TBD). My workouts for London take precedent, but we have been balancing with him also running 3 times a week. Along with Andy’s basketball, swim, indoor soccer (season just finished, phew), hosting a Japanese exchange student, having parent council duties as Treasurer, trying to help out with Lethbridge Trail Alliance, work turbulence and uncertainties, day-to-day life, making meals that aren’t absolute shit, and trying to just balance life….we are busy.
Going on the runs take a lot of time out of each week. When I had a ‘high mileage week’ recently, I logged around 44miles and had tons of hours of workouts completed. Tracey, my coach and one of my closest friends, uses this great program Training Peaks where she uploads the workouts onto the program, then they get loaded to my watch…then my results get put back on the program. You et it. It’s great. Below are some visuals that I can see in the training plans. You definitely have to plan ahead, schedule wise, when trying to do this type of training along with all the other things in your daily life.
Training Peaks Data
At almost halfway through March, I know the rest of the month will probably fly by. When April hits, that when shit gets real. The Marathon Month. Like, holy shit…I get to go to Europe with my best friend for a week and get to run the largest marathon in the world. My 5th Abbott World Major. Wow. This doesn’t really feel real yet, but I know as the countdown keeps ticking away, the more excited and amped up I am going to get. Until then, I am too busy with everything else to think too much about it!
Running, Disney & Dad….That’s what the title of this is, right? So I’m going to do a short recap of 2024 and a look ahead at 2025 for each of those things!
2024
Running
If you’d like to read my recaps on the races that occurred this year, that was one thing that I actually posted about! This year I had some minor goals for myself that I wrote on a high-quality post it note. Some achievable time and health goals, meant to help me get back on track. I did my own training and planning this year, and I really just wanted to build consistency and get back to where I once was.
Disneyland half marathon weekend, Moonlight Run as a family in the snow, numerous 5km runs with Andy…they were great! Red Deer Half in May holds a special place, as I achieved a time goal I set and somehow won the whole thing (despite having ran faster half marathons in the past). This was a great confidence boost.
Disneyland, Jan 2024
Park Run
It’s not always running…family biking is great cross training!
Age group award at a very Wisconsin 5km!
Great form Andy!
Red Deer Half finish, May 2024
In the last 1.5 years, I have lost over 20 pounds. I attribute this to diet and lifestyle changes. Cutting back on alcohol intake definitely made a huge impact. I also know that getting off an antidepressant had to have some effect on me too. I am also now off my blood pressure medication, so the only things I take daily are vitamins. I now just need to cut out tortilla chips and maybe then I’ll be in perfect health…wait….don’t be crazy Lammers….Being lighter has helped me start to push myself more again on the road and trails and it feels great.
Disney
I mentioned above I was in Disneyland for the half marathon at the start of the year. This was great because later in the year, my bff Ali actually moved from Southern California away from Disneyland. She is now in Florida and lives right outside Walt Disney World (so convenient!)
In August, Andy and I flew down to Disney World for a trip with Grandma. Since Ali now lives there, she spent time with us too! It was a hot and busy trip, but fun had by all!
France Pavillion…Remy ride and lunch was a hit!
EPCOT with the bestie
Tiana’s Bayou was fantastic!
Andy is becoming a little daredevil!
Dad
June 8th, 2024, was the date Quebec opened up submissions for family history research. Well, let me explain….they have been under lock and key for some time in various capacities about what those who were adopted can find out. But their Bill 2 was set in stone that day, and how that benefits me is that as the child of someone who was adopted….I can now request information regarding my dad’s birth parents. I filled out and submitted all the paperwork promptly that first day I was allowed. I have received confirmation of the receipt of the submission.
So now…I just wait.
It has been 6 months. And now news yet. I know they probably were swamped with submissions. And who knows how many people are tasked to finding the information for those requesting it. And how long each submission takes. I last emailed in the summer (probably unnecessary, but whatever) to make sure everything was still in process. Sure is…now I just need to wait.
2025
Running
I’m going to run in to the new year with the great base I built and I have even bigger plans! In April, I will be heading to Europe to run in the London Marathon! This will be my 5th Abbott World Major, and I am beyond excited. The way Easter falls this year makes it possible for me to participate, due to Easter Break. Dan will stay back with Andy, but I won’t be alone…Ali is going to come along with me and cheer me on! We will be celebrating our 40th birthdays together.
I am also registered for Lost Soul Ultra 50km in September. I am making it a goal to try to beat my 2019 time of 6 hours and 48 minutes. The race is slightly a different route now than it was in 2019, and back then it was closer to 54 km…now around 51km.
Other smaller races will occur during the year too….Going back to Red Deer for the half and other family 5km races. The main goal this year is to stay healthy and strong as I train for everything. I hired my friend Tracey to be my coach, and my training plan for London officially starts on New Years Day. Maybe I will write more about how the training is going…I will try to, that’s for sure!
Disney
No Disney trip planned with Grandma this year, however, I forgot to add above that while in Europe for London Marathon, Ali and I will first be flying in to Paris to go to….Disneyland Paris! I will definitely post photos from that trip and a recap of our two days there. We have hotel reservations at Disney Hotel Cheyenne and two dining options booked…Captain Jack’s and Walt’s an American Restaurant. Neither of us have been to a Disney park overseas, so this will be an exciting adventure!
Dad
…Now, I just wait. I hope, hope, hope I get some answers and closure on this long search for my dad’s birth family. I have myself prepared to not find out much. And that the information given doesn’t get me anywhere…people have passed away, people don’t want to talk, etc. But to get a confirmation on a name, even if only his mom….my grandma…would be amazing.
I mentioned in a previous post about my upcoming races I would have in Wisconsin. One was the race in the title that I am going to do a quick post about. The other was Devil’s Lake Dances With Dirt Half Marathon trail race. That was sadly cancelled 😦
We received an email about a week and a half prior that the race directors were told by Devil’s Lake State Park officials they could not run the race due to the trail conditions. There had been major flooding and active flood warnings in the area. We were given options to roll over our entry to next year, move it to another event in Michigan, or run it virtually.
I chose the virtual option, though I put off running it until being back in Lethbridge. I did a combination of road and trails and logged my half marathon distance. It was then at that point I hung up the medal they mailed. Yes…of course I’m sad it was cancelled. But I am fortunate this wasn’t some big bucket list race distance for me (like another 100km or a 50 miler). In the end, race directors have to make tough decisions and it is what it is.
Later on, near the end of my trip to Wisconsin, I had another trail race. This was a short 5km held at Minooka Park in Waukesha, Wisconsin, at the Tap Yard Beer Garden. There is a Beer Garden 5km race series in the area that went to four different Milwaukee/Waukesha county parks this summer with beer gardens! Minooka Park was their only “trail race” of the series, so I am glad I still got to be on the trails.
My aunt and uncle joined myself, my mom and Andy at the race (as they live in the area) and with it being an evening event at 6pm, it was a bit cooler than the heat of the day (and the heat wave had finally broken from the week prior!). Andy was able to participate in the short kids race they did prior to the 5km and he had fun (even though it was advertised as a mile race, it was more like a 200m out and back sprint on a trail).
I won’t spend too much time detailing the 5km, but it was really a great course! And challenging! The trails are different than what I am used to in Lethbridge…..wider, more root systems….many spots felt dark with my sunglasses on (and the way the shade was hitting) so I actually had to raise my glasses a few times so I could see my footing.
There was not any crazy steep inclines, but any elevation in a sprint race like a 5km can tax you. Couple that with the humidity, I really had no clue how I was going to fair. Oh, and add in that I had been gluttonous with food and beverage for a week and a half….haha! I held my own and finished in a 25:37, which was good enough for 1st in my age group!
Overall, I was very happy to end my Wisconsin trip with this event. Sad to have had the first cancelled, but happy to end on a high note!
Je Me Souviens-To Infinity & Beyond! 