Thursday, July 31, 2008

I got the job

Monday, July 28, 2008

How to have fun

Complete all Sunday duties/chores/obligations/naps by 5pm
Put on
- explorer socks
- bike shoes
- leg warmers
- knicks
- hr monitor strap
- sports bra
- singlet
- new thick jersey
- rain jacket
- riding gloves
- winter gloves
- hr monitor watch
- wrist ID
- helmet
- glasses
Go out on Minerva for the first time in four weeks
Grin like an idiot
Maintain normal heart rate
See an amazing stormy sunset from the bike path
Get caught in soaking rain three minutes from home

Saturday, July 26, 2008

We have both kinds of music

Don't get me wrong - I'm not running for Mrs Dismal 2008, or in anything resembling dire straits! My life is chock full o' the blessings of family, friends and material things. I just like this song :P

If you're going through hell, keep going Rodney Atkins
Well you know those times
When you feel like there's a sign there on your back
Says I don't mind if ya kick me
Seems like everybody has
Things go from bad to worse
You'd think they can't get worse than that
And then they do

You step off the straight and narrow
And you don't know where you are
Use the needle of your compass
To sew up your broken heart
Ask directions from a genie
In a bottle of Jim Beam
And she lies to you
That's when you learn the truth

If you're going through hell
Keep on going, don't slow down
If you're scared, don't show it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there

Well I been deep down in that darkness
I been down to my last match
Felt a hundred different demons
Breathing fire down my back
And I knew that if I stumbled
I'd fall right into the trap that they were laying, yeah

But the good news
Is there's angels everywhere out on the street
Holding out a hand to pull you back up on your feet
The ones that you've been dragging for so long
You're on your knees
You might as well be praying
Guess what I'm saying

If your going through hell
Keep on going, don't slow down
If you're scared don't show it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there

Yeah, If you're going through hell
Keep on moving, face that fire
Walk right through it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there

If you're going through hell
Keep on going, don't slow down
If you're scared don't show it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there

Yeah, If you're going through hell
Keep on moving, face that fire
Walk right through it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there
Yeah, you might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there.

Not that I support the gun lobby in any way, but as the mother of a daughter who will one day be a teenager, I've become quite partial to this one as well LOL
Can you tell I'm looking for distractions while I wait for those pesky job people to get back to me?

More anon, out of the closet C&W fans!

Friday, July 25, 2008

then again

I got a bit of a shock yesterday when I went for a walk at lunchtime. Just a twenty minute amble in the sunshine, chatting away with my friend, then up the stairs again to my office on the second floor. Nothing.

Mate. Maaaaate. Ever had those swimmy black not-enough-oxygen thingys in front of your eyes? They went away quickly; it was just scary to be so weak. But I'm getting better. Another stroll today, then a Very Short swim tomorrow. I really really need to get in the water. Mmmmmmmmmmm water.............
At this rate my Exciting Summer Plan (I'd tell you but I'd have to kill you) is looking unlikely. Sigh.
Then again, the people I had the interview with emailed to tell me that they will be contacting my referees on Monday! Ooooh! This isn't the job of my dreams, but it's a (biggish, sideways) jump into the right sector. It will be a huge change. Fingers crossed for me please!
More anon, oarsmen!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Facebook conversation, or why I *heart* Sara
Between (Secret Sara) and (LBTEPA)
HI Sara
I went back to the Dr yesterday and have been given the big DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT for the Whittlesea ride.
I'm so sorry.
I hope I can still train with you at some stage, it's just that my immune system has taken such a beating I have to get back into things really gently.
They refunded my entry fee though, nice of them
Sorry again :(

The most important thing is to get better- I am fine about going by myself- remember last year when my friend backed out on the City to Surf in Sydney- I went anyway. Hope you are doing the chicken soup thing or whatever works.
How did the job interview go? I hope you were DAZZLING. Rest up and I will see you on the road in the cold when you are well!
I think she is front runner for "the nicest person evah" award.

The Dr has prescribed no exercise until at least this coming weekend (three whole weeks off!!$%#&??!!), and then to start very slowly, maybe (and I quote) with 'some gentle walking'
Resulting inner monologue:
Walking? Walking?!!??!!??!!
Walking isn't exercise, it's how you get your lunch!
followed by
Don't be such a prat, Mrs Tickets-on-yourself
and then
Maybe I've been sicker than I thought....I'll wait until the weekend. And then walk.
If you have any thoughts on immune-system boosters - superfoods, supplements, anything - tell me! This winter has been Utterly Tiresome to say the least.
My interview went much better than I expected. I was nearly sick with fear and had to overcome an all-but overwhelming urge to run away, but apart from that the old skills came back pretty easily and I am very hopeful. We should hear by mid next week.
Waiting, waiting, waiting....

Friday, July 18, 2008

Bits and pieces

I’ve started drinking green tea. I quite like it, possibly because of my blocked nose.
As you know, I was unhappy with my Gold Coast Half Marathon time at first. A lot of it was *activate whining voice* but I worked so haaaaaaaard, and I reaaaaaalllly wanted it, and it’s not faaaaaaair. Don’t frown disapprovingly like that. You’ve been there. You know you have. Except possibly Benson, who I am sure is actually a superhero in disguise (how can I not look up to a man who uses the phrase ‘pegging out the fun-meter’?). Or Nancy. Or Katy. Or Brian. Ok, ok, it was a lame-arse dummy-spit. I’m over it now. It did give rise to some brain-numbing cogitations - to the poor Spousal-Unit's brain at any rate, as he was obliged to listen while I faffed on. My goal was to beat 2.30. For a half-marathon. That’s slow. Some people run full marathons in that time. I wrestled with this.
Argument 1. what right have you got to be so upset? Would have running 2.29 for a half got you a slot on the team for Beijing, a BQ or a Six Foot Track spot? Who other than you gives a rodent’s rear end? Get over yourself, Mrs Self-aggrandisement 2008!
Argument 2. No no no no no! (I have a lot of conversations with myself, we get quite vehement) Just because I’m slow doesn’t mean my goals aren’t important. I’m entitled to be disappointed when I don’t reach them. It’s about the process, not the outcome. I did the work and I’m allowed to be proud, and disappointed. Another champagne? Ta! As time has passed argument 2 has cemented itself as the Official Opinion. That’s good: the Spousal Unit can stop feigning interest/comprehension now.
Sh*t! Better turn off whining voice now. Meant to do it ages ago. Sorry
My brain has turned to mush. Evidence: Nell Campbell was on Spicks and Specks the other day. This is a top show - last week I had the great pleasure of hearing not one but two Irishmen uttering the phrase "budgie smugglers". But I digress. I could not remember the name of Nell Campbell's character in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. My friends, my friends - I watch that movie at least twice a year. I’ve danced on the stage at the Valhalla. I am not in any of those photos. Luckily my brother and sister answered my sms sos so I could sleep easily.
I had a startling realisation this week. I don’t NEED to have large scary goals ALL the time. This is unexpected, but explains why I’m not worrying about being able to do the Hills ‘o Doom bike ride next month. I’ll decide later.The sky won’t fall if I DNS*
My job interview is next Tuesday. If this pans out I could be working in the field I’ve been studying, rather than getting-paid-for-showing-up-to-answer-the-phone-(should-it-happen-to-ring). That would be good.
I have just discovered that there is an Olga Berg outlet around the corner from where I work. Next to an I *heart* Billy shoe outlet. Which are open on Fridays. Which is a day that I work. Is it so wrong to walk around a warehouse crooning and patting things? **

More anon, appreciators of life's pleasures!

*Victoria Police forensic graphology experts have established that, despite appearances, this section of the post WAS written by LBTEPA and NOT some other, sensible, person. LBTEPA is yet to make a statement.
**Yes I bought some shoes. And a bag. You knew that.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

What we did on our holidays

So many souvenirs! Noddie brought home a race number, hat and medal, a stuffed koala and a toy seal, a taste for daredevil rollercoaster rides after we got lost and went into the teen area of Dreamworld by mistake, and slap cheek
The Spousal Unit brought home the contentment that comes from having cable TV and driving a fun hire car for a week, and bacterial gastrenteritic colitis (I wrote it down)
I brought home a good run, a medal, time with good friends old and new,the deep satisfaction of rollercoaster riding and severe acute bronchitis. No exercise at all for a week, then start back slowly. Sheesh. We are the most crap advertisement ever for the Healthy Lifestyle. I have a job interview this week too, not sure when, but that's what codral is for. It's a very good thing that Team LBTEPA always has a a good time.

More anon, thrill seekers!

Sorry the photos are all over the place - the formatting looked perfect on the previews!

Saturday, July 12, 2008

No Photos = Did Not Happen

Team LBTEPA had a very nice time indeed on the Gold Coast, despite the weather (and after all, a rainy day at a theme park = MORE RIDES, does it not?) and assorted lingering lurgi. We got home last night and nothing is unpacked. Not. A. Thing. It's about midday, Noddie is asleep on the couch in front of Playschool, the Spousal Unit is playing V8 Supercars on his PS2 and I'm faffing around in my pjs and dressing gown editing photos, putting them on Facebook and reading Coolrunning race reports. Aren't you proud of me for being so cruisy?
It seems that I am to reap the consequences of running in the rain a couple of weeks ago instead of resting and taking care of myself properly - my new nicknames could be any or all of 'phlegm-chest', 'razor throat' or 'fearsome bark that makes me think my head will come off' although that last one seems a bit wordy to me. Thank you for not saying I told you so. This bodes ill for a quick return to any focused training, but I'm not thinking about that until Monday when I confab with my dr about how to sort this out Once and For All.
If no photos = did not happen, then here for your viewing pleasure is what did.See that big building? We were staying there and I didn't even notice we ran past it. Only about 500m to go at this point, THANK GOODNESS.
More bling for Noddie
and there's no time like the present for a boogie to the band!

LBTEPA's brush with greatness - Katy the Greaty!
So secure she's taken off her medal (I wore mine until Wednesday)
Discussing the importance of post-race hydration with Mrs Wombat.
Now if you're very good I might post some more photos next time. There's an incentive if ever you had one.
More anon, lotus-eaters!

Monday, July 07, 2008


So many ways it could have been different. Noddie could have slept more than 90 minutes at a time without waking up;J could have gone to the doctor on Wednesday (as I Told Him to) and not passed his gastro on; it could have not rained (sideways - ah,the irony of my last post!) so hard my shoes got soaked and the laces stretched so I had to re-tie them twice. It is what it is. I learned a lot. I knew by about 11km that a PB would take something surprising, especially since I couldn't get my HR under 155. 5km to go I turned my watch around so I couldn't see it and just went for it. I just ran and ran and ran as hard and as long as I could. I actually said to myself, if you vomit then you vomit, I didn't come all this way to not throw everything at a PB. I passed 65 people in the last 1.5km. It just wasn't my day. I've run the gamut of (not necessarily appropriate or sensible) emotions from rage at Noddie's and the Spousal Unit's "thoughtlessness" (YES I am a bad mother, but you knew that) to gutted at how close I went (66 seconds) to self-blame (I just didn't work hard enough) to self-pity (why do I bother?) to thrilled at having been part of such a great day - although that took a few post-race rehydration units with some sterling new friends. Let me salute you all, my friends! Mrs Wombat for her first half-marathon, Emma for a new PB, Katy for her first hm since breaking her femur, Jaykay and Plodbod for their first marathons and Michelle for her overall awesomeness. I have a fuzzy recollection of agreeing to target Melbourne 2009 as my first full marathon but what happens on the Gold Coast stays on the Gold Coast, I reckon.
I'm going to run out of coins for the internet before I work out how to upload photos onto this machine tonight, so

-more anon, philosphers!

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Pleased, Happy or Thrilled?

4 more sleeps until my "A race" - coo er gosh doesn't that sound all serious and keen? But this has been my focus for several months now, and it will be the best prepared I've ever been for a half certainly compared to the last one ahem hem with five runs over 16km on the tally.
Now all the big kids have A, B and C goals, so if I'm to maintain the ruse that I am Serious About This then I'd better get some too. However, I will eschew alphabetical classifications and use Pleased, Happy and Thrilled.

Pleased: finish strongly and have fun.
Happy: 2:30- 2:35 (my PB is 2:30)
Thrilled: anything under 2:30.
Wishy-washy? Perhaps. I just don't know what to expect so I'm setting it up to be failure-proof.

It's all been a bit mad here this week as J and Noddie slowly come good from the gastro and I try and look after them, keep up with the washing, start to pack and clean the house since we leave at 6am on Saturday, and do my last taper runs. Oh, and go to work. Things have been so topsy-turvy that I hit the 5kg-of-lard-off mark this m
orning *does happy dance* and I almost forgot to be thrilled about it! Being a bit flustered has had one benefit - I've also had no time to panic about this. In seven weeks. Eek.

3 more sleeps and we'll be somewhere it's not cold and raining horizontally.....
More anon, loungers-by-the-pool!