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Mileage Monday

I went into this week thinking that I’d significantly drop down in mileage just because I’m feeling heavier and my hip has been bugging me, but I ended up running 68 miles for the week anyway. I don’t even really know how it happens. But alas, I have no doubt that my body and baby will force me to drop the miles and when it does, I’ll comply but until then, I’m going to see how much I can do without breaking! Here’s how it all went down:

Monday– Well, first I ran 5 miles in the early morning, outside, super slow, while listening to a podcast. And then Andrew and I dropped Callum off at his parents’ house for half an hour while we ran 3 miles together and I think he was surprised at how slow I was going! I had a stitch in my side–I’m not sure if it’s ligaments stretching or what, but it hurt! It sorted itself out after a mile or two, but then we were pretty much done. I also did my strength work today too, which felt good, although holy hell, I felt really pregnant today. Like, REALLY.

Tuesday– I ran a slow, VERY slow 8 miles early, VERY early this morning and then a speedier 5 miles on the treadmill in the afternoon before the kids came home from school!

Wednesday– So, another double which means another early morning suuuuper slow run (6 miles on the treadmill this time, because my SI joint is fuckered) and then after physio (where my guy mobilized my SI joint for me) I ran a speedier 4 miles in the afternoon.

Thursday– An easy and cool 6 miles this morning pushing Callum in the stroller and then a slow 4 miler with Andrew this evening after Callum went to bed. I had my SI joint mobilized yesterday at physio but it feels like it might be out again. My hips are a bit sore. Maybe this is the beginning of the end!

Friday– I ran an 8 miler on the treadmill this morning at 9:13 min/mile pace while listening to a podcast. My hip is still a little sore, but it’s okay. Then I ran 3 miles with Andrew at night, and I’m really surprised by how good I felt last night and tonight! It’s weird!

Saturday– I did 3 slow miles on the treadmill and then 3 slow miles outside!

Sunday– Callum and I woke up at 5:45, I tried for about an hour to get him to go back to sleep but to no avail, so I handed him to Andrew at around 6:15 and went for a 7 mile run outside at a 10 min/mile pace. When I got home, Andrew was heading out the door and took Callum with him so I drank some water, ate Callum’s pancake and ran a fast 3 miles at a 7:45 min/mile pace. It felt good to pick it up a little.

I only did 2 days of strength work and only arms because my hips have been sore. My left SI joint is a bit inflamed but I only really feel it right after I come back from a run. Sometimes I will sit on an ice pack and that really helps. After about an hour, everything feels ship shape again.

Do you guys ever run or exercise in public wearing just a sports bra (and shorts, or whatever, obviously)?

I can count on one hand how many times I’ve gone for a run in public in a sports bra, but I did it on Sunday for the second, faster run. I was super insecure at first but then I got comfortable after about 10 minutes. It’s weird because I don’t have body issues and don’t normally feel self conscious! I’m not entirely sure what my issue is.

Do you notice that a bit of weight gain/loss affects your running much? How?



Postpartum Plans To Sub-3

My goal is to run a sub-3 hour marathon at the Phoenix marathon in Arizona at the end of February. I’m planning on following an 18 week-long plan from Advanced Marathoning. The book has a few plans to choose from, and while I would normally pick one for someone running 70-85 miles per week, this time I’m either going to go with the up to 55 miles per week plan, or the 55-70 miles per week plan, just because I won’t have as much time to run with a newborn!

The week of October 23rd will be my first week of official training from the book, but I’m obviously going to have to work up to the workouts demanded of me for that week. For instance, the next week the plan has me running 16 miles (no problem!) with 8 of them at GMP (goal marathon pace: 6:50 min/miles) HOLY SCHNIKES!!! If you guys don’t know, I’m aiming to run ONE mile at that pace per week during this pregnancy and it’s getting tougher and tougher, especially in the third trimester.

While Andrew and I drove into Vancouver on Monday, I geeked out with my dayplanner and jotted down the dates where I’d need to start building my speed back up. So far I’ve scheduled myself to run 1 mile at GMP during the week of September 4th–the week that the baby is due. HA! Except I usually have my babies early, so hopefully I’ll be a couple of weeks postpartum by then! If you’re curious about my postpartum running after I had Callum, you can find the post here.

Now, here are all my disclaimers:

  1. I’ve been running long distance for 20 years, so this type of running is not normal and not right for everyone! I write this all out for you guys as inspiration for your own running journeys, and I want to help in any way that I can, so please feel free to ask me questions. Email me, leave comments, hunt me down on Instagram!
  2. This is my fifth baby and so I am familiar with pregnancy and childbirth and the demands they take on my body.
  3. I also know that pregnancy and childbirth, just like any aspect of life, can take a significant turn with no warning, no preparation, and no mercy. I am taking in each day and each mile with gratitude, but I am also looking forward to the future with positive expectation!

When will I find the time to run once the baby is here? GOOD QUESTION.

I have no idea. Ha ha! I pretty much just take each day as it comes and fit in my mileage when I can, after my priorities (my family, our home) have been addressed. I have a Chariot stroller from when I had Jake 17 years ago! But it doesn’t fit an infant, so we purchased a BOB stroller off of Craigslist and our infant car seat easily snaps into place so I can push the baby in that while Callum is in preschool, or once Callum is in bed. I can also push Callum in the Chariot while Andrew is with the baby.

I’m not sure I’ll ever buy a double stroller. I had one when Jake and Freddy were little and I spent the majority of my run breaking up fights.

Freddy was all propped up in that thing with towels and blankets. We got away with a lot more shit 15years ago than we’d ever get away with today!

I also have a treadmill, so I assume I’ll spend a lot of time on that bloody thing, especially since I’ll be training hard right through the winter. I’m so glad I have it, though! It’s a lifesaver!

I’m really excited about this! I love my sport SO MUCH, you guys! It doesn’t matter if you’re an Olympian that can run marathons in 2:30, or a 45 min 5K runner trying to overcome addiction. It feels so good to be passionate about something we love to do, that’s our own, you know? My family knows they’re first, and they also know that I love my sport. One doesn’t have to exist without the other.

If you’re a runner, why do you run?

What’s your passion(s)?

What are your goals, and how do you manage the negative voices and the Land of What If?

What types of things did your parents get away with when you were a baby?

I don’t even think we had car seats back then! My parents brought me back from the hospital while holding me in their arms in the car! Or maybe they put me in a cardboard box or something, like a new cat from the pet store.


The Bored Meeting

Running isn’t my god, it’s where I meet God, a place where grace and the human will collide. Some people go to church, but church isn’t their god. Some people pray, but it doesn’t replace deity. Meditation facilitates peace but it itself is not peace.

Jason and his wife take Freddy and Katie to church on Sunday mornings, a ritual that the kids aren’t totally thrilled about. Last night as Katie and I were coming back from Wonder Woman (she saw it–not me), she asked me if I thought that it was bad that her dad forced them to go to church. Her question opened up a really great conversation between the two of us and then it got me thinking about it even more all day today.

I used to go to church all the time. Every Sunday morning, Sunday night, and throughout the week I’d go to either Wee College or when I was older, youth group, college group, and Bible studies. Can you spot me? Just look for the huge hair.

This is me and my sister Lori with DC Talk. Did any of you guys listen to them? I used to own a black tee-shirt that read: “Down with the one-way possé.”

I attended a Christian private school and then earned my BA at a local Christian University. When Jake, Freddy and Katie were little, Jason and I would pack snacks, sippy cups, books, and small toys and bring the kids along to church with us.


Since then, I stopped going. I actually found a church I love, but church stopped being a place where I could relax into my faith; it started obstructing it. It’s nobody’s fault–as much as I’d love to cast blame, I can’t! Because for all the idiotic Christians out there, there are just as many golden ones. It’s not about the church, or the people that go there, or the specific prayers, verses, meditations, or rituals. To me, it’s about finding a place where grace and the human will collide. And quite frankly, it’s happened to me in the darkest places with the weirdest people during the most bizarre moments and while circumstances are such that my life is never short on Maury Povich-type scenes, I’d rather hightail it to the God-meeting in my running shoes. Just a personal preference.

I can’t make my kids run, I can’t make them go to church, and I most certainly can’t force them to have a relationship with God, or with the cat, for that matter. But I can show them how to be willing.

Do you go to church? Why or why not? Would you force your kids to go to church? Why or why not?

Is running (or working out) a spiritual experience for you, or just a sweat-fest?





Pregnant and Running: 29 Week Update

Hey guys! I am so excited about being in the third trimester and hitting 30 weeks pregnant next week! It’s a huge milestone. I went into premature labour with my first son, Jake at 30 weeks. They gave me the steroid shots for his lungs and a couple other medications to stop contractions and then sent me home after a week of being in the hospital. My little 7lb 3oz boy ended up being a week overdue and he’s been keeping us all on our toes ever since! I don’t foresee any premature labour with this pregnancy. Everything is feeling good and the baby and I are healthy and growing at a steady rate!

I’m up 1lb from last week putting me at 137lb (14-17lb total) and while it feels quite heavy, I also know it’s all healthy weight. I am a nutritional rockstar, seriously. Do you know what I drink after my run? I throw about 3 cups of frozen baby spinach and 18oz of water into a blender, blend it to smithereens and then chug it with my prenatal vitamins and iron supplement. But not only that–I’m also getting in a tonne of fruits and veggies throughout the day as well as truckloads of water. As soon as the baby is born, I have no doubt that I’ll go back to my shitty diet, yo. I can’t wait. I’m getting emotional just thinking about it.

Running has definitely been slowing down with way more walk and potty breaks, but that’s to be expected. I’m keeping my mileage up in an effort to not let my fitness go downhill too much, although I’ll be struggling with strength and speed post-partum, for sure.

If you’re interested in my weekly mileage, here is the link to the Mileage Monday for my 29th week of pregnancy! Come follow me on Instagram to get the latest cheeky posts. 😉

Have you ever had a spinach and water “smoothie” before? 

What should my first postnatal meal be? Talk slowly… 


Mileage Monday

HA HA HA! I freaking LOVE THIS! Another 70 mile week in the books, and nearly 29 weeks pregnant. JAZZ HANDS COVERED IN PEANUT BUTTER AND CHOCOLATE WAVING TO AND FRO! One day at a time though, I know. I KNOW. But hot DAMN I feel good.

I’ll break it down for you so you can hear me brag in super-slo-mo:

Monday– Man, you’d think that after all these years of running that I’d never have a day where I struggle to get a run in. That I’d not feel like it, or that maybe I’d rather just throw in the towel and give it all up completely. But it totally happens to me! Today was that day, and yet… I forced myself to get it done and HOLY SHIT AND HALLELUJAH I felt so much better afterwards! I got 5 miles done on the treadmill at 10 min/mile pace and then I pushed Callum in the stroller for 5 miles at a bit of a harder effort (couldn’t quite hold a conversation with him when he asked me all sorts of questions). It felt good to finish those 10 miles. I did my strength work in the evening despite wanting to put it off until tomorrow.

Tuesday– I got up early, ran 5 miles before anyone else woke up and then ran 5 slow miles on the treadmill later on in the day.

Wednesday– I slept in. I needed it. I ran 8 miles on the treadmill with the plan to run my intervals later but the van broke down and ruined my afternoon alone time! DAMMIT. I didn’t even get my strength work done.

Thursday– So, I have been so inspired by all these runners on Instagram because by the time I roll out of bed at 7, they’ve all logged their workouts! Mind you, most of them live on the East coast, 3 hours ahead of me. BUT STILL! I can see on their watches what time they started running and a lot of them start in the five am hour. So on Wednesday night I set my alarm for 5am, but then in the middle of the night I thought better and changed it to 6am. I got up, changed into my running clothes that I had set out the night before and hopped onto the treadmill and started slowwwwwwly running. I had to hop off and hop back on several times to go pee, say bye to the kids, etc but I got 11 miles done by 8am. Once Callum woke up, I got him some breakfast and then hopped back onto the treadmill for 3 more miles for a total of 14 for the day! I was also able to do my strength work later on in the afternoon. The van was getting fixed so we were forced to stay home. It was kinda nice! I got a tonne of cleaning and organizing done around the house too.

Friday– I squeezed out a run outside by myself in the morning and then finished it later on the treadmill for 11 miles total.

Saturday– A hilly 7 miler outside at an average 8:30 min/mile pace not counting the 3 bathroom breaks.

Sunday– I ran the first 5 miles outside with Callum in the stroller and then did the last 5 in the garage on the treadmill. I’m holding onto goal marathon race pace by a thread–I did my second-to-last mile at 6:49 min/mile pace.

I’m so happy. Cautious, but happy. Have you guys ever felt afraid to be happy? Like you might jinx yourself? 

You know what I say, right? Unroll a few squares of jinx and wipe your ass with it.

Have you ever had a vehicle break down on you? Were you stranded with no cell service? Tell me something dramatic.

Lisa, did you get your orthotics yet? xoxo


From Lush to Hush

Hey guys–I’m really sorry I’ve been slacking on the blog lately. I didn’t post a Week in Review because I took zero pictures last week and I have NO IDEA what I did to even write about. I did, however, post a couple wordier posts on Instagram so if you don’t follow me on there yet, then add me! If you’re not on Instagram, I don’t blame you at all–it took me a long time to get on the bandwagon. But now? I LOVE IT. I don’t even have a Facebook app on my phone anymore; it’s all about Instagram.

Social media can be a dick sometimes but as long as we’re aware of it and don’t get caught up in the comparison trap, then it can serve us, rather than the other way around. For instance? I swear I have never eaten healthier than I have since I started following all these athletes and their stories! I get so much inspiration from them and not just daily but hourly. I used to spend so much time googling recipes and reading cookbooks but this way, I can see what I’m about to make, I can jot down a quick comment or question and it gets answered often within minutes! I love it.

Besides all that, I’ve had a few things on my heart lately that I wish I could write about but find it tricky to do so just because it’s a bit too personal. I know I can do it because I’ve written about such things before without divulging too much all while getting my point across and so I definitely want to give it a whirl.

This is boring. I’m boring myself. Quite honestly, I can’t wait to drink a bunch of wine, no! Tequila. Wait! Vodka and Coke Zero. Oh! And a Ceasar. Then put on something a bit slutty, dance around the kitchen to something inappropriate, and then? Sit down at my laptop to write. To write something good.

So, that’s what’s new over here. The Hotyssey broke down yesterday (the alternator went) so Callum and I were stuck in the house all day today. I had to brew my afternoon cup of coffee myself rather than pick it up in a Starbucks drive-thru. Oh the horror. My oldest boys finish school tomorrow–both of them passed (one of them just barely and one of them with straight As but I won’t say which ones, but you’d never guess)–so I’ll have one in grade 12 and one in grade 10! Katie survived her first year of middle school so she’s going to be in grade 7 next year–it will probably feel good to not be the youngest in the school anymore.

What else what else… Callum got Katie in the eye with the corner of a book and now she’s got a shiner. My bum issues are under control thanks to Procto-foam (doesn’t it sound like a superhero?!?! “This is a job forrrrr…..PROCTOFOAM!!!!). Wouldn’t it be cool if I got paid by hemorrhoid cream companies to write this blog?! My boobs are getting frigging huge, and I’m a bit worried about it. They went from a 32A (padded, push-up) to a 32D (lightly lined) and the latter are holding on for dear life. Our weather sucks, Father’s Day is coming up and it’s making me anxious, but the cat’s flea problem is completely under control.

I’ll stop typing now. Here are some photos just in case you didn’t read any of this.

What’s new with you guys?

If you could have one company pay you to write sponsored posts, which one would you pick?

Is my writing way better when I’m drinking?



Pregnant and Running: 28 Week Update

This is the last 6 miles of the marathon right here: the third trimester. I tend to have my babies early, so I’ve got about 9 or 10 weeks left until we meet this baby boy!

I don’t really have too much to add here for this week other than I’ve noticed an increase in practice contractions which is pretty typical for me. I know the difference between practice ones and the real deal and I’m being careful to stay on the safe side of things.

I gained about a pound and a half last week which brings me up to 136lb for a total of 13-16lb. I can definitely feel the baby growing as he’s taking over not only my body but my sleep and my digestive system. I can’t count how many times I’ve barfed in my mouth while bending over to pick something up. Super sexy.

I’ve been craving feta cheese like crazy. I go through about 3 of those Kraft bags of seasoned feta bits per week. I just open it up and eat it with a soup spoon. Yes, the cheese is pasturized. I’m also on an overnight oatmeal kick, mostly because I can eat it late at night or in the middle of the night and even if I have indigestion, it’s pretty neutral-tasting so it’s not super acidic coming up. Ha ha! I dump some old fashioned oats into a container, add a bunch of chia seeds, a scoop of strawberry protein powder and then drown it all in unsweetened vanilla almond milk. The next day, I scoop it into a bowl, sprinkle milk chocolate chips on top and heat it up in the microwave for a minute. It’s everything. Oh, sometimes I’ll add some raspberries or something to it too. You guys gotta try it.

Running is going well, but more details can be found on my Mileage Monday post. 

I think that’s it!

Do you guys have any questions? I feel like I’ve done this so many times that I’m missing a lot of info that I just assume everyone knows. 


Mileage Monday

Well, I learned a few things this week. I learned that getting up early and getting my run done feels really, really good. I also learned that sometimes it backfires because my getting up early can sometimes trigger Callum’s early wake-up so not only is my run screwed but so is my sleep and so is Callum’s sleep.

I also learned that my almost-13 mile route outside is getting too long for me at this stage of pregnancy. If I had water out there then I’d be fine but then my bathroom breaks would increase and I’m already stopping for potty breaks every mile! I had Braxton Hicks for way too long after that run (I’m still having them, as I’m writing this Sunday afternoon).

Despite a few setbacks, I had a really great week. I hit 70 miles for the week and I completed 3 days of strength work. For my 28th week of pregnancy, I’d say that’s nothing short of a miracle.

Monday– I took Callum out for 3 miles in the stroller and because Andrew was home early, he let me go on my own for 5 miles while he watched Callum.

Tuesday– I knew that if I wanted to get any sort of mileage in today that I’d have to wake up at 6 and get at least some done, so I put it on my Instagram story for accountability and it worked! I ran 7 slow miles this morning and then 3 medium-paced miles this afternoon on the treadmill.

Wednesday– I can’t even believe it! I woke up at 6, had my coffee, changed into my running clothes and started a slow jog on the treadmill while I waited for Callum to wake up. He didn’t wake up until after my 10 mile run was done! I ran the first 5 miles at a 10 min/mile pace and the last 5 miles at a 9 min/mile pace. I was also able to fit some strength work in as well. It felt SO GOOD to get it done early on in the day!

Thursday– So once again, I woke up at 6 and started running on the treadmill and managed to squeeze in 10 miles before the day really got started. It feels really good to get it done and over with, although I do feel antsy toward the afternoon/evening.

Friday– Well, the day started out a little rough. I got up at 5:45 to get my run done but Callum woke up with me so I had to take him out in the stroller for a 5 mile run, otherwise he’d wake the whole house up. We were both pretty grumpy after that just because he needs a couple more hours of sleep than he got and because I didn’t get to have that alone time that I sacrificed my sleep for! Once I got my attitude sorted out a bit, I decided to take Callum to the park and run him ragged so that I could bring him back home and give him a rest while I ran out some angst on the treadmill.

I warmed up for 3 miles and then hit my goal marathon race pace (6:49 min/mile) for a mile. Recovered for .5 mi then did the speed again for .5 mi, recovered, and then did one more .5 interval, with a 1 mile cool-down. I felt like the queen of the universe after that and the sun came out to match my good mood!

Saturday– I wanted to balance yesterday’s harder run with a slower one today so I took the first 5 miles slow at 10 min/mile pace and then picked it up to 8:30 min/mile pace for the last 3 miles.

Sunday– This route is actually 12.7 miles but I walked so much that I feel better about cancelling out the .7. Also, that would take me to 71 miles for the week and you guys KNOW I’m not about to do that. This run felt okay but I had way too many bathroom breaks and it got annoying. Plus I’ve been having Braxton Hicks like crazy ever since I stopped, so I’m thinking that this is probably the last time I’ll run this route this pregnancy. I can do longer runs on the treadmill when I’m near water and a toilet.

Are you guys dealing with hay fever right now? Itchy eyes and sneezing? How do you deal?

What’s your favourite electrolyte drink?


So Now I Can Talk About It

I think you guys know me well enough by now to know that I don’t like Hallmark holidays like Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, or any of those rules that like to boss us around and tell us what to do and when to do it. I’ll love when I want to love and I’ll buy flowers when I want to buy flowers (I never buy flowers). I mean, there are a few things I don’t mind conforming to like, say, the use of toilet paper or throwing on the e-break when parked on a hill. But since joining social media, I’ve noticed an increase in the number of “special days.” Days like “National Donut Day” or “Global Running Day” and I’m not yet sure how I feel about it. I quite like donuts, and you know how I feel about running.

Apparently, Global Running Day was on Wednesday of this week and although I’ve been marathoning for nearly 20 years, this year was the first I had heard of it.

But running, to me, is like…is like… sacred, or something. As if I tried to contain its enormity within a 24 hour period, there would be backlash of some sort, no doubt, like how a prodigal son might show up in the nick of time for dinner, ask to borrow ten grand and his dad’s sports car, and then take off for another year, once again leaving the rest of the family in shambles. So when Global Running Day arrived on my doorstep, I didn’t take a selfie and I didn’t write about how much I love running and why, and I didn’t natter on about how great my run was or lament that my paces aren’t as they once were and how I’m itching to get back to the harder workouts. No. I ran, yeah, for sure, because I do every day. And I run every day because I can, and that right there is a gift that I’ll never take lightly. My sacred gift that I dare take for granted because the second I do, I’ll be missing ten grand and a sports car.

Just like Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, and National Donut Day, Global Running Day should be a day that you choose, not a day that chooses you. You can choose to love, to buy flowers, to eat hot sugary lard dough (OMG YUM), to run, and to post selfies about any and all of those things and as long as it’s from your heart, it counts.


Go ahead, psychoanalyze why I have authority issues, blah blah blah. Something to do with my birth order, bad attitude, or some sort of narcissistic personality disorder, I’m sure. I’ll listen, but just have a bag of Sweet Chili Heat Doritos nearby.

Did you celebrate Global Running Day? What about National Donut Day? What’s your favourite special day? Are there any that you think I’d like? Like maybe Global Poo Day? Now THAT would be awesome. Can you imagine the selfies?!?!


Let’s Share Your Mercedes

Andrew and I took Callum to the beach on Sunday and while the two of us lounged in our beach chairs, Callum played happily with his sand toys on the other side of the log. It was so sweet listening to him act out scenes with his dump truck and his excavator while he pushed buttons on his imagination rather than my iPhone.

The beach wasn’t that crowded. The day had started out quite cool and windy but Andrew and I pressed on with the hope that our menacing stares at the weather app would help to whisk away the dark clouds that were lurking around the edges. We must have super powers because before too long at all, the sun did the starfish into the blue sky and we were in the clear for a solid few hours of warmth. But before the curtain rose, a young couple and their toddler boy, wandering quite aimlessly, drowning themselves in the most circular conversations, made their way over into our space. I felt a bit of a shadow and heard Callum’s monologue pause so I opened my eyes to see them standing over us.

Hughey, those aren’t your toys!” she sang to her son. I was thinking, “Damn straight, they’re not!” but didn’t say anything. I just smiled, but if you looked closely, you could see my jaw working a bit on the right side. Then my sweet little Callum extended his hand and offered the kid his dump truck. “Ohhh, Huuuuuughey!!! That little boy gave you his dump truck!!!!!!!!! Can youuuuu sayyyyyy thank youuuu to the little boyyyyyyyy?!?!” she sang. Hughey grunted. And then my sweet little Callum snatched the dump truck right back. He then collected all of his sand toys, carried them in his arms awkwardly like he was holding a dozen puppies and announced quite loudly that he’d like to go home.

The couple nattered on about their feelings, probably gossiping about how so-and-so had the audacity to bring Yellowtail to last night’s Save the Dolphins party, and thankfully sidestepped their way down the beach until finally, Andrew and I could discuss how we were so justified in our right to not force Callum to share his toys with a complete stranger.

Like, okay. Real life. As adults, is there a situation where sharing our treasured things would be appropriate and expected? Of course there’s charity. I know, I know. But I’m talking about regular stuff. I wanted to ask Hughey’s mom if she’d share her debit card with me and spot me a hot dog. Of course I’d do that with friends and family, no doubt. But a complete stranger? HELL NO! So why are parents all into this thing where we force our kids to share their toys with each other? TRADE IN YOUR MOUNTAIN EQUIPMENT CO-OP MEMBERSHIP AND GO BUY YOUR OWN CHEAP PLASTIC DUMP TRUCK FROM THE DOLLAR STORE!

Am I wrong? Tell me!