TORONTO July 16th 2015. Digital Champion Jason Guy hails from the East Coast of Canada, St. John’s Newfoundland. He started running in junior high school after his soccer coach suggested he take up cross country. In 2015, he placed second in the Bluenose Half-Marathon, after Olympic Silver Medalist Abel Kirui. Jason credits much of his running success to having a very supportive family who always cheers him on and are very understanding of his 5am wake-up calls during the week! The Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon will be Jason’s first marathon and he’s looking forward to the challenge. When he’s not running, you can find Jason playing ultimate frisbee, hiking, and spending time with this wife and two young children. Connect with Jason on Twitter and Strava.
Running and Family: A Balancing Act. By Jason Guy.
I’ve been running off and on most of my life, but I’ve only
become consistent over the last number of years. I come from a family of athletic people, and when I first started running, it was easy and I was good at it, so I didn’t take it seriously enough. Ever since I graduated from college I look at running more as a mental exercise than physical, and I need to stay focused to get better, and run longer. I use to wonder if it was working, but it really wasn’t until my children came around that I knew I was succeeding.
Everyone who has ever worked out or practiced any sport knows that you need to get into a routine to see any improvements, and at first it’s easy to make excuses. Here I was faced with the easiest excuse I could ever have at this point in my life; a baby. If ever there was a multitude of reasons not to do something, a baby is the ultimate. I can’t run today, my son is sick; I can’t run today, my son was up all night fussy, and on and on.
I pushed through, I changed my routine, and kept running, making sure not to trouble the upbringing of our son. When we had our second child two years ago, my routine needed to change again, and I had even less time to do things for myself. Every parent knows, the first thing that is given up when raising children is personal time. Once again my routine was changed, and events were combined, and certain things were given up, but not running.
Strangely I have been able to run more since our second child was born, but it really isn’t that strange when you take into account that most of my runs start at 5am when everyone else is asleep. Being in a relationship makes you learn to compromise, and becoming a parent forces you to put others before you, no matter what. I run at 5am so that I can eat breakfast with my children, and pick them up at the end of the day and have supper with them. My Sunday long run could happen at 6am, 8am, 8pm, I never know until Saturday, due to being a parent. I’ve wanted to be a parent for a long time, and I always want to be there for my wife and children and experience everything they do.
Running is a mental exercise, even more so
when you have to schedule around the lives of two young children (ages 5 and 2). I love running, but I love my family more, and everything is sacrificed for them. I only hope that my dedication to running inspires my children to follow me as they get older and start being active. I remember reading somewhere that it’s hard for a parent to admit when their child(ren) are better than them at something, and as a competitive person I both fear and wait in excitement for that day, because I know I have helped mold them into the person they are and will become through running.
Running takes physical and mental strength, but most importantly, you need dedication and the heart to push through when it’s hard and keep going to get the reward. If I can instill that attitude into my children, then I’ll know I can call myself a great parent.





Socially, I also felt distanced from my friends and teammates. I train with Pace & Mind, a phenomenal group of people, many of whom I am lucky to consider good friends. Without being able to run, I missed the social interaction and support of Thursday and Sunday group workouts. My “cowbell” got a lot of use this spring as I cheered for friends and teammates. But, it was tough to repeatedly show up and be positive and enthusiastic when I desperately just wanted to run these races myself. I joined in for some get-togethers, but – although most likely my teammates didn’t feel this way! – I worried that my presence was a bummer, a reminder that they, too, could lose the ability to run.
introduction to running crews. I always felt something was missing from my runs and it wasn’t until I was put in touch with a group of friends who ran the Kay Gardiner Beltline on Sunday mornings. They called themselves the
happy. You beautiful runners. Race day is finally here, the finish line is a few hours away. I am surrounded by a feeling of spirit that will carry me (hopefully) to the end of the race. As I look around, I see a community, assorted and diverse. We all have the same goal, we’re all headed in the same direction, but what gets each of us there, our inspiration, is as unique as we are on the outside.
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Something that is often overlooked is how important the mind really is. You aren’t becoming a Buddhist monk so it’s not a thing where you sit and meditate for countless hours to get the right state. Rather, it is a process of learning and understanding your body and the little unnoticeable accomplishments that are like pieces of a puzzle that creates a bigger picture, which is an image of you.
