I was born and raised in London, Ontario, and I never went too far. I call it the prairies of Ontario because it’s the flatlands. We don’t really have hills, but we have wind, so even doing something simple like hill training means finding the steepest hill nearby and doing repeats over and over again.
I grew up going to my family’s cottage in Tobermory, right at the tip of the Bruce Peninsula, and we still have a place there. You went outside, and you were running, climbing trees, riding your bike and doing everything all day, every day. There were paths that followed the train tracks into the woods, and you kind of made your own trails as you went.
Then and Now
Now they’ve built communities and houses in a lot of these places because the cities keep spreading wider and wider and taking over. It’s getting harder to find those spaces, so now I run at Fanshawe Lake, which is the local inland lake near London, and there’s a perfect 20-kilometre loop around it. You almost have to drive or bike to get to places like that now, which is different from when I was growing up, but it still does the job.
Running gives me the best place to sort through life, line things up and do some of my best thinking. Even when I’m on a treadmill, I can get into that groove and shut my brain off. I’m not actually turning it off, but I’m giving myself time to think, and running gives me that freedom amongst the chaos.

The Illusion
Running became something more serious for me when I started my first real career at Western University in London in 2008. I was working in information technology support, and I joined as this young guy in his early 20s who was excited to have a big career at a big place where I’d never worked before.
There were only two of us running the department, and the wife of the other person was a triathlon coach who ran a local club. She heard through him that the new guy named Spencer liked to run, so she invited me out to see how I could run.
At that point, I was a little cocky, I had a bit of a chip on my shoulder, and I was probably about 30 pounds heavier than I am now. She placed me with five or six men in their 50s and 60s, and I remember looking around and thinking, why are you putting me with all these people?
I was a little judgmental back then, but quite quickly they left me at every stop sign and every corner, and I was dry heaving trying to catch back up to them.
That was when I realized my fitness was an illusion. I thought I was in shape, but I had no idea what that really meant.










