Any tales of miraculous recoveries from PF involving her five faithful readers, their friends, relatives, acquaintances, or indeeed random persons of whom they have only heard on the interwebs would be greatly appreciated.
More anon.
Bastard.Sunday, October 30, 2011
more ow
ANNOUNCEMENT: LBTEPA's sore foot has been diagnoosed as plantar fasciitis ow ow ow. Treatment will involve no running for at least a week. LBTEPA is concerned-bordering-on-panicky but intends to maintain an attitude of cheerful stocisim.
Any tales of miraculous recoveries from PF involving her five faithful readers, their friends, relatives, acquaintances, or indeeed random persons of whom they have only heard on the interwebs would be greatly appreciated.
More anon.
Bastard.
Any tales of miraculous recoveries from PF involving her five faithful readers, their friends, relatives, acquaintances, or indeeed random persons of whom they have only heard on the interwebs would be greatly appreciated.
More anon.
Bastard.Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Ow
Sunday's run was really encouraging even though it was very very weird to set out in daylight. It got quite hot by the time I got home, possibly becuase of that strange glowing orb in the sky. I haven't seen it for so long I couldn't really remember what it was. I was literally dripping on the kitchen floor when I got back can anyone say ewwwww? even though I'd taken the camelbak and polished off nearly 2 litres of water in 3 hours. The hardest thing about the run was thinking about doing it - I think I'm more mentally than physically tired of running at the 'mo. It was such a lovely day; I took my time through the paddocks and along the river and still finished 21k under Goofy pace.
I must warn my five faithful readers that Goofy is the current LBTEPA oh no oh no this (tiny insignificant thing du jour) will ruin everything freakout topic. It is likely to remain so, and to significantly intensify, over the next 72 daysyou'rejokingsosoonI'llneverbeready ohdearohdearohdear...... which brings me to my current freakout - and please don't say I told you so becuase I know. I know adjusting my orthotic with a paring knife and a hammer was stupid. What can I say? I blame taper madness. All right, that's a lie. I blame myself; it was a stupid, stupid, stupid thing to do and no wonder my foot really hurts. I'm off to the podiatrist this afternoon to confess and hope it won't take three weeks to fix because then I am stuffed.
Oh, and thank you all so much for your wise words on my last post. I bought those shoes.
UPDATE: All is well, if by "all is well" one means "my current orthotics bear no relationship to either my feet or my gait problems whatsoever so I am having new ones made by someone who actually looked at my feet and my runners and listened to what I said. My sore foot will go away (the soreness. Not the foot. Don't be silly) if I ice it and wear some over-the-counter insoles while the new orthotics are spun from unicorn manes, or whatever they make them from that makes them cost so much. Yay. Goofy lives on!
I must warn my five faithful readers that Goofy is the current LBTEPA oh no oh no this (tiny insignificant thing du jour) will ruin everything freakout topic. It is likely to remain so, and to significantly intensify, over the next 72 daysyou'rejokingsosoonI'llneverbeready ohdearohdearohdear...... which brings me to my current freakout - and please don't say I told you so becuase I know. I know adjusting my orthotic with a paring knife and a hammer was stupid. What can I say? I blame taper madness. All right, that's a lie. I blame myself; it was a stupid, stupid, stupid thing to do and no wonder my foot really hurts. I'm off to the podiatrist this afternoon to confess and hope it won't take three weeks to fix because then I am stuffed.
Oh, and thank you all so much for your wise words on my last post. I bought those shoes.
UPDATE: All is well, if by "all is well" one means "my current orthotics bear no relationship to either my feet or my gait problems whatsoever so I am having new ones made by someone who actually looked at my feet and my runners and listened to what I said. My sore foot will go away (the soreness. Not the foot. Don't be silly) if I ice it and wear some over-the-counter insoles while the new orthotics are spun from unicorn manes, or whatever they make them from that makes them cost so much. Yay. Goofy lives on!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Things that make you go hmm...
I've been grappling with a couple of very difficult quandaries.
1. There is a bloke I know of who has (ahem) "completed" 140 marathons. He is in his late 60s (I think) and finishes around the 6.5-7 hour mark. He is very happy to show off and take the accolades for his "achievements". This man is a cheat. He shaves the course. I know this to be true, having witnessed it myself on more than one occasion. Other members of Team SD have also observed him doing this. He is a pathetic liar and a disgrace.
But the thing is, I know another bloke. This other bloke is a top bloke. A skinnyfast himself, he is kind and encouraging and helpful to those not so genetically gifted in relation to their chosen sport. He also knows this first bloke. He is not aware of this bloke's habits and thinks of him as a never-say-die inspiration to all back-of-the-packers. He speaks of him as such to others.
Do I tell him?
And the other question:
2. Does it still count as an impulse-buy if you've been lusting after something for weeks?
I await your counsel, oh wise ones!
More anon, puzzlers
1. There is a bloke I know of who has (ahem) "completed" 140 marathons. He is in his late 60s (I think) and finishes around the 6.5-7 hour mark. He is very happy to show off and take the accolades for his "achievements". This man is a cheat. He shaves the course. I know this to be true, having witnessed it myself on more than one occasion. Other members of Team SD have also observed him doing this. He is a pathetic liar and a disgrace.
But the thing is, I know another bloke. This other bloke is a top bloke. A skinnyfast himself, he is kind and encouraging and helpful to those not so genetically gifted in relation to their chosen sport. He also knows this first bloke. He is not aware of this bloke's habits and thinks of him as a never-say-die inspiration to all back-of-the-packers. He speaks of him as such to others.
Do I tell him?
And the other question:
2. Does it still count as an impulse-buy if you've been lusting after something for weeks?
I await your counsel, oh wise ones!More anon, puzzlers
Sunday, October 16, 2011
What was I thinking?
Quite often when I couldn't stand thinking about the Melbourne Marathon, I'd cast my mind past the unimaginable to What I Would Do Afterward. Difficult to picture, of course - as a Very Slow Marathon looms it eats up the attention and imagination. Marathon day is somehow the End Of Time.
It's always a bit of a shock to find oneself having finished another one. It also means it's time to revisit those imaginings and make them real. Or not. This week I've felt so weary it's been almost impossible to envisage doing Goofy in aaarrgghh 81days aarrgghh. I went for a run today and it felt as though I hadn't been out for weeks. My legs and mind were all, pardon? You want us to do what? Didn't we just do quite a LOT of that? Got it done though, and it wasn't too terrible. I dug out my heart rate monitor as a bit of an experiment and tried to stay in the 60-75% zone. It was interesting, especially when it started to pour just as I was going up a hill - hello 15 extra bpm!
But back to all that "after Melbourne I'm gunna...."It's crossed my mind that keeping on doing what I was doing would do (as it were). I did finish VSM#5, after all. That, I must let you know, is when I slapped myself upside of the head and gave myself a good talking to. I'm not doing another Very Slow Marathon on stupid determination and the smell of an oily rag. I'm not. I need to get started doing what I thought about when I wasn't thinking about VSM#5.
So what was I thinking?
Less booze. I think I mentioned this a little while ago. The Spousal Unit is helping me. I'm certainly not against the demon drink per se (QED) but the pattern get tired and sad-drink-eat-miss training will not get me what I want. And as my five faithful readers know, life on Planet LBTEPA is all about getting what I want.
Swim, swim, swim! Lots of reasons for this. My core muscles need beefing up. I have noticed a diminution in my upper body strength which does not please me. Swimming makes me all happy and in a good mood and tightens up my upper arms, which (if such a thing is conceivable), could be said to be the least perfect part of the LBTEPA physique. We're going to Hawaii and I haven't swum for months! What if I've forgotten how?
Consecutive runs. Eww! I am going to challenge the 'ol fear of injury and JFDI. The very sketchy Schedule at this stage is Monday morning swim (although my lazy disorganised twin already stuffed that up this week, the tiresome b$#%, so I will have to choose between the pool and grocery shopping after tea tonight, le sigh...), Tuesday and Thursday shorter runs, Saturday long run, Sunday shorter run. A spin on either Wednesday or Friday. Oh my but just reading that makes me tired. Note to self: keep up the vitmains!
I must not get caught up in the ohcrapAGAINwhatwasIthinkingit'salltoohardI'mtiredIcan't. I must focus on how cool Goofy is going to be.
It's always a bit of a shock to find oneself having finished another one. It also means it's time to revisit those imaginings and make them real. Or not. This week I've felt so weary it's been almost impossible to envisage doing Goofy in aaarrgghh 81days aarrgghh. I went for a run today and it felt as though I hadn't been out for weeks. My legs and mind were all, pardon? You want us to do what? Didn't we just do quite a LOT of that? Got it done though, and it wasn't too terrible. I dug out my heart rate monitor as a bit of an experiment and tried to stay in the 60-75% zone. It was interesting, especially when it started to pour just as I was going up a hill - hello 15 extra bpm!
But back to all that "after Melbourne I'm gunna...."It's crossed my mind that keeping on doing what I was doing would do (as it were). I did finish VSM#5, after all. That, I must let you know, is when I slapped myself upside of the head and gave myself a good talking to. I'm not doing another Very Slow Marathon on stupid determination and the smell of an oily rag. I'm not. I need to get started doing what I thought about when I wasn't thinking about VSM#5.
So what was I thinking?
Less booze. I think I mentioned this a little while ago. The Spousal Unit is helping me. I'm certainly not against the demon drink per se (QED) but the pattern get tired and sad-drink-eat-miss training will not get me what I want. And as my five faithful readers know, life on Planet LBTEPA is all about getting what I want.
Swim, swim, swim! Lots of reasons for this. My core muscles need beefing up. I have noticed a diminution in my upper body strength which does not please me. Swimming makes me all happy and in a good mood and tightens up my upper arms, which (if such a thing is conceivable), could be said to be the least perfect part of the LBTEPA physique. We're going to Hawaii and I haven't swum for months! What if I've forgotten how?
Consecutive runs. Eww! I am going to challenge the 'ol fear of injury and JFDI. The very sketchy Schedule at this stage is Monday morning swim (although my lazy disorganised twin already stuffed that up this week, the tiresome b$#%, so I will have to choose between the pool and grocery shopping after tea tonight, le sigh...), Tuesday and Thursday shorter runs, Saturday long run, Sunday shorter run. A spin on either Wednesday or Friday. Oh my but just reading that makes me tired. Note to self: keep up the vitmains!
I must not get caught up in the ohcrapAGAINwhatwasIthinkingit'salltoohardI'mtiredIcan't. I must focus on how cool Goofy is going to be.
Soon you will be mine, my pretties.....soon.....
More anon, bling-hounds!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Race report: Melbourne Marathon 2011
Just to either ruin the punchline or prevent any skerrick of anxiety from causing the slightest modicum of stress to any of my five faithful readers, VSM#5 went well...considering.
Especiallly (cue sinister music) the fact that on Thursday I commented to the Spousal Unit that it's actually a good thing I rolled my ankle, 'cause otherwise I'd be FREAKING OUT about this bloody chest.
Ha, missed that in the waterfall of whingeing over the last couple of weeks, didn't you? The Cough was back, with its horrible mates crook, achy and exhausted.
But as always, optimism being the LBTEPA way, I swallowed my despair and terror (sounds as though I thought this was really important, doesn't it?) and Acted As If things were going to be ok. I slept, I hydrated, I took my medicine. I strapped and iced and rested my ankle and hoped for the best. I sang the national anthem at the start line. I'd got away with it! Or so I thought...
But I digress.
I met up with the Mighty Emma and her husband R at our hotel on the Saturday. She was irritatingly perky and excited about our next big adventure. The kilometre from the station to our hotel had felt like a very long way to me so I wanted to slap her. Fortunately, over the course of the day these opposing moods oscillated back and forth so when she was a teary fearful mess I was all positive and resolute (and I expect she had to restrain herself from slapping me). After I'd had a nice sleep the Spousal Unit and Noddie arrived and we went out for dinner blah blah blah nervous chatter pre-race preparation (race nails etc) and off to bed.
Race day. Drizzly, a bit cold. The atmosphere at the start was wonderful - so much excitment! And so lovely to see so many friends again. I'm smiling just thinking about it.
I don't use a garmin so my strategy for the first 10km or so was to keep the mighty Emma in sight because I knew she was planning on a similar pace to mine. I felt good along St Kilda Rd and around Albert Park although the cutoff time when they wouldn't let you turn right onto the full marathon course was always at the back of my mind. I may have gone out a bit fast becuase of this, I don't know. Becuase of my limited preparation and having been sick during the week, I really didn't have much idea what I was capable of. I tried to hold back, but... maybe I should get a garmin? I dunno.
Anyway, I got to the cutoff point under the time. The half marathoners were well on their way by that stage. The elites floated by like angels. I loved to watch them. As an aside - if you're thinking of doing a Very Slow Marathon, make sure you put your name on your shirt, in big letters and preferably accompanied by a memorable slogan. My Stupidly Determined shirt got me so much encouragement! And if you're watching a Very Slow marathon, please do call out to people with names on their shirts! They appreciate it more than you could possibly know.
Down the hill we went, with all the fast runners steaming up toward us. I felt tired watching them working so hard, which was not a good sign. Off down the beach we went, into the most vile, bitter headwind you can imagine. F*** it was windy. I had been going nicely with run two songs: walk one until this point but as I got colder (did I mention this wind came with occasional face-stinging squalls?) I started to become aware that I didn't have as much in the tank as I'd foolishly/optimistically hoped. It was still a very long way home and I would have to start adjusting The Plan so I could get there. Run one:walk one it was, from 17-27km. The northern turnaround was my favourite place in the world becuase I was finally out of the wind. Eight km of tail wind and then only three back into its teeth before we headed back toward the city. I could deal with that. On and on I trundled. I'd started to cough a bit, but it was ok. I almost laughed when the wind swung - a complete 180 degrees, right back into our faces! It was clearly time to call on Chris McCormack's wonderful advice to endurance athletes: EMBRACE THE SUCK. I had to laugh. Hi Suck! There you are! I've been expecting you (although perhaps not on this scale). Let's run together!
By 27km I was getting very cold and coughing every time I ran. My ankle was holding up but starting to ache a bit. The Plan was adjusted again. Walk. Keep walking. Just keep walking.
We got put on the footpath at this stage which was a relief because it was a bit more sheltered from the wind. It was harder to remember my hydration plan without the run/walk cues but I kept drinking whenever I remembered and having my gels on the hour. Once again there was very little water for the slowest runners. It was disgraceful and one of the reasons I'll really think very hard about running my home state marathon again.
It was such a relief to get off the beach, up the hill and on to St Kilda Road. I was very worried about the time - I was trying to move as quickly as I could but there were no f***ing km signs so I couldn't gauge my speed. I got talking to a lovely man who told me he'd been in the army and I was going about as fast as they'd expect to do a route march (about 6km an hour I think?). He may have been lying but it cheered me up at a time when every low fence and bench was an invitation to stop....stop...stop....stop....
You can stop when you've finished. Only about two hours to go.
Hi Suck, still here? We're having quite a day out, aren't we?
I was cold, I was hurting, I was never so tired in my life. But I never went to this-is-too-hard-I-give-up despair. I was always, always focusing on what I needed to do to make it home. I never cried and I stayed peaceful- except when I saw a marshall giving away a bottle of the only water I'd seen since 27km to a random passer-by (ahem, leaving a box of water by the side of a popular exercise track is not providing a water-station to slower runners, it's providing free drinks to every f***er on a Sunday workout) - then, I confess, I did my nut at him for a short energy-wasting moment. Tool. The coughing had eased a great deal by the time we got to the gardens so after I'd walked the Shrine Hill I tried running one song/walking one again and it went ok. 4km to go. Run one, walk one, run one, walk one. Drink. Run. Walk.
I passed the place where I was sent the wrong way last year (resisting the urge to give an undeserved finger to the charming and helpful volunteers) and set off across the bridge. I knew my CR friends would be waiting and I started to get a bit sooky oh please be there, please be there, I need some help, I can't do this by myself any more and then they were there. In the distance I could see them pouring out down the steps and I started to tear up. As I got closer I could hear them yelling, and I saw them making an arch with their arms for me to run under. Thank you, my friends, from the very bottom of my heart. I'll never, ever forget that moment. The feeling of being home again and cared-for and somehow safe again was so strong and filled me with such energy that when the workmen who were blocking the road with their truck said I'd have to go around it (WELL HI CAPTAIN OBVIOUS) I replied, no mate, I'll go through!
Around the corner I saw the lovely lovely 41km sign, my favourite number in the world. Run one, walk one. Run one...and then I was nearly there so I unplugged myself (would you believe the last song was Tubthumping? I get knocked down, but I get up again, you're never gunna keep me down.... True!) and ran it in. Part of me was pissed off about the uphill finish but part of me was So F***ing Over running that I didn't care and just steamed up it. The Spousal Unit was yelling and waving and beaming at me from the stands so I ran harder. More than anything I was looking forward to crossing the line and lying down on the ground and crying my eyes out but my dear little Noddie was standing there with a cup of water for me so I didn't, just gave her a big hug instead. Eww Mummy you're all sweaty and yuck!
Done.
(not taken at the finish line)
I was extremely happy and proud of myself at how I managed the day, under the circumstances, but my abiding realisation is that I really don't need to do stuff like that to myself any more. I know how tough I am. I have already told J, my Mum and the Mighty Emma - who finished in 7:15 with a pinched nerve that essentially left her with one-and-a-bit legs for the last 15km (as opposed to later, when we may or may not have both got completely legless, I admit nothing) - to remind me next year that I will not be entering Melbourne if I have a chest infection between July and September. I'll happily blow the early-bird discount to avoid an experience like VSM#5.I'm not saying I don't think I should have done it. I made the best decision I could at the time and really, even though it was a long difficult day, I got through it and quite well too. Life isn't about only doing easy things or being successful or avoiding suffering. It's a source of great satisfaction to me that I'm (ahem) strong and healthy enough (don't laugh!) to toe the line and face down 42.2. I'm happy I did VSM#5 and that it worked out as well as it did. Now I have quite a lot of uni to catch up on - and a trip to America to plan! Life is good.
More anon, goofy challengers :)
Especiallly (cue sinister music) the fact that on Thursday I commented to the Spousal Unit that it's actually a good thing I rolled my ankle, 'cause otherwise I'd be FREAKING OUT about this bloody chest.
Ha, missed that in the waterfall of whingeing over the last couple of weeks, didn't you? The Cough was back, with its horrible mates crook, achy and exhausted.
But as always, optimism being the LBTEPA way, I swallowed my despair and terror (sounds as though I thought this was really important, doesn't it?) and Acted As If things were going to be ok. I slept, I hydrated, I took my medicine. I strapped and iced and rested my ankle and hoped for the best. I sang the national anthem at the start line. I'd got away with it! Or so I thought...
But I digress.
I met up with the Mighty Emma and her husband R at our hotel on the Saturday. She was irritatingly perky and excited about our next big adventure. The kilometre from the station to our hotel had felt like a very long way to me so I wanted to slap her. Fortunately, over the course of the day these opposing moods oscillated back and forth so when she was a teary fearful mess I was all positive and resolute (and I expect she had to restrain herself from slapping me). After I'd had a nice sleep the Spousal Unit and Noddie arrived and we went out for dinner blah blah blah nervous chatter pre-race preparation (race nails etc) and off to bed.
Race day. Drizzly, a bit cold. The atmosphere at the start was wonderful - so much excitment! And so lovely to see so many friends again. I'm smiling just thinking about it.
I don't use a garmin so my strategy for the first 10km or so was to keep the mighty Emma in sight because I knew she was planning on a similar pace to mine. I felt good along St Kilda Rd and around Albert Park although the cutoff time when they wouldn't let you turn right onto the full marathon course was always at the back of my mind. I may have gone out a bit fast becuase of this, I don't know. Becuase of my limited preparation and having been sick during the week, I really didn't have much idea what I was capable of. I tried to hold back, but... maybe I should get a garmin? I dunno.
Anyway, I got to the cutoff point under the time. The half marathoners were well on their way by that stage. The elites floated by like angels. I loved to watch them. As an aside - if you're thinking of doing a Very Slow Marathon, make sure you put your name on your shirt, in big letters and preferably accompanied by a memorable slogan. My Stupidly Determined shirt got me so much encouragement! And if you're watching a Very Slow marathon, please do call out to people with names on their shirts! They appreciate it more than you could possibly know.
Down the hill we went, with all the fast runners steaming up toward us. I felt tired watching them working so hard, which was not a good sign. Off down the beach we went, into the most vile, bitter headwind you can imagine. F*** it was windy. I had been going nicely with run two songs: walk one until this point but as I got colder (did I mention this wind came with occasional face-stinging squalls?) I started to become aware that I didn't have as much in the tank as I'd foolishly/optimistically hoped. It was still a very long way home and I would have to start adjusting The Plan so I could get there. Run one:walk one it was, from 17-27km. The northern turnaround was my favourite place in the world becuase I was finally out of the wind. Eight km of tail wind and then only three back into its teeth before we headed back toward the city. I could deal with that. On and on I trundled. I'd started to cough a bit, but it was ok. I almost laughed when the wind swung - a complete 180 degrees, right back into our faces! It was clearly time to call on Chris McCormack's wonderful advice to endurance athletes: EMBRACE THE SUCK. I had to laugh. Hi Suck! There you are! I've been expecting you (although perhaps not on this scale). Let's run together!
By 27km I was getting very cold and coughing every time I ran. My ankle was holding up but starting to ache a bit. The Plan was adjusted again. Walk. Keep walking. Just keep walking.
We got put on the footpath at this stage which was a relief because it was a bit more sheltered from the wind. It was harder to remember my hydration plan without the run/walk cues but I kept drinking whenever I remembered and having my gels on the hour. Once again there was very little water for the slowest runners. It was disgraceful and one of the reasons I'll really think very hard about running my home state marathon again.
It was such a relief to get off the beach, up the hill and on to St Kilda Road. I was very worried about the time - I was trying to move as quickly as I could but there were no f***ing km signs so I couldn't gauge my speed. I got talking to a lovely man who told me he'd been in the army and I was going about as fast as they'd expect to do a route march (about 6km an hour I think?). He may have been lying but it cheered me up at a time when every low fence and bench was an invitation to stop....stop...stop....stop....
You can stop when you've finished. Only about two hours to go.
Hi Suck, still here? We're having quite a day out, aren't we?
I was cold, I was hurting, I was never so tired in my life. But I never went to this-is-too-hard-I-give-up despair. I was always, always focusing on what I needed to do to make it home. I never cried and I stayed peaceful- except when I saw a marshall giving away a bottle of the only water I'd seen since 27km to a random passer-by (ahem, leaving a box of water by the side of a popular exercise track is not providing a water-station to slower runners, it's providing free drinks to every f***er on a Sunday workout) - then, I confess, I did my nut at him for a short energy-wasting moment. Tool. The coughing had eased a great deal by the time we got to the gardens so after I'd walked the Shrine Hill I tried running one song/walking one again and it went ok. 4km to go. Run one, walk one, run one, walk one. Drink. Run. Walk.
I passed the place where I was sent the wrong way last year (resisting the urge to give an undeserved finger to the charming and helpful volunteers) and set off across the bridge. I knew my CR friends would be waiting and I started to get a bit sooky oh please be there, please be there, I need some help, I can't do this by myself any more and then they were there. In the distance I could see them pouring out down the steps and I started to tear up. As I got closer I could hear them yelling, and I saw them making an arch with their arms for me to run under. Thank you, my friends, from the very bottom of my heart. I'll never, ever forget that moment. The feeling of being home again and cared-for and somehow safe again was so strong and filled me with such energy that when the workmen who were blocking the road with their truck said I'd have to go around it (WELL HI CAPTAIN OBVIOUS) I replied, no mate, I'll go through!
Around the corner I saw the lovely lovely 41km sign, my favourite number in the world. Run one, walk one. Run one...and then I was nearly there so I unplugged myself (would you believe the last song was Tubthumping? I get knocked down, but I get up again, you're never gunna keep me down.... True!) and ran it in. Part of me was pissed off about the uphill finish but part of me was So F***ing Over running that I didn't care and just steamed up it. The Spousal Unit was yelling and waving and beaming at me from the stands so I ran harder. More than anything I was looking forward to crossing the line and lying down on the ground and crying my eyes out but my dear little Noddie was standing there with a cup of water for me so I didn't, just gave her a big hug instead. Eww Mummy you're all sweaty and yuck!
Done.
(not taken at the finish line)I was extremely happy and proud of myself at how I managed the day, under the circumstances, but my abiding realisation is that I really don't need to do stuff like that to myself any more. I know how tough I am. I have already told J, my Mum and the Mighty Emma - who finished in 7:15 with a pinched nerve that essentially left her with one-and-a-bit legs for the last 15km (as opposed to later, when we may or may not have both got completely legless, I admit nothing) - to remind me next year that I will not be entering Melbourne if I have a chest infection between July and September. I'll happily blow the early-bird discount to avoid an experience like VSM#5.I'm not saying I don't think I should have done it. I made the best decision I could at the time and really, even though it was a long difficult day, I got through it and quite well too. Life isn't about only doing easy things or being successful or avoiding suffering. It's a source of great satisfaction to me that I'm (ahem) strong and healthy enough (don't laugh!) to toe the line and face down 42.2. I'm happy I did VSM#5 and that it worked out as well as it did. Now I have quite a lot of uni to catch up on - and a trip to America to plan! Life is good.
More anon, goofy challengers :)
Monday, October 10, 2011
Saturday, October 08, 2011
Hi ho
So here we are. I'm typing away here, slurping down tea and icing my ankle one last time before I catch the train to the Big Smoke and Very Slow Marathon #5. That came around quickly....
I really have no words, so I'll nick those of the mighty Emma, my comrade in Stupid Determination:
Ok darl, I'll remember.
Wish me luck, eh?
More anon, nervous grinners!
I really have no words, so I'll nick those of the mighty Emma, my comrade in Stupid Determination:
Ok darl, I'll remember.
Wish me luck, eh?
More anon, nervous grinners!
Friday, October 07, 2011
Inspiration
Righto.
Thanks to the above-and-beyond efforts of the darling allied health staff at my work, the recollection of which brings tears to my eyes, I have been given a chance of starting on Sunday. The physio said my ankle has a grade 1 strain (the most desirable sort I gather) and that we did exactly the right thing icing and strapping the expletive out of it straight after The Fall sorry I can't believe I wrote that - quick, blame the ibuprofen! I was given therapeutic ultrasound and some exceptionally elaborate strapping which I will need to consult a manual on advanced papier-mache to duplicate. I went for a short run/walk last night, as directed and despite being almost nauseous with anxiety, and there was only a little soreness and no swelling. I am told that these are good signs. I'm seeing the physio again today.
So The Plan Is This:
Act As If it's all going ahead. Have another short run this morning, as directed, and hydrate like a lunatic, especially considering the ibuprofen. Final decision on Saturday.
Most importantly, I need to prepare all my Important Race Crap (TM)
This of course includes gels ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY NUTRITION PLAN!, adorned with inspirational sayings. A girl's gotta eat, after all. And read.
hence, faithful readers, I am once again appealing for the pithy sayings and mottos that fire you up, cheer you up and make you believe that even if you don't actually believe you can complete whatever ludicrously task you are attempting, you might as well keep plugging away at it for the time being.
So far I have
Why not?
One more step. One more km. One more marathon
It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog
and from the late Steve Jobs, Stay hungry. Stay foolish.
Share your wisdom with me, my friends! And fingers crossed, eh?
More anon, my treasures.
Thanks to the above-and-beyond efforts of the darling allied health staff at my work, the recollection of which brings tears to my eyes, I have been given a chance of starting on Sunday. The physio said my ankle has a grade 1 strain (the most desirable sort I gather) and that we did exactly the right thing icing and strapping the expletive out of it straight after The Fall sorry I can't believe I wrote that - quick, blame the ibuprofen! I was given therapeutic ultrasound and some exceptionally elaborate strapping which I will need to consult a manual on advanced papier-mache to duplicate. I went for a short run/walk last night, as directed and despite being almost nauseous with anxiety, and there was only a little soreness and no swelling. I am told that these are good signs. I'm seeing the physio again today.
So The Plan Is This:
Act As If it's all going ahead. Have another short run this morning, as directed, and hydrate like a lunatic, especially considering the ibuprofen. Final decision on Saturday.
Most importantly, I need to prepare all my Important Race Crap (TM)
This of course includes gels ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY NUTRITION PLAN!, adorned with inspirational sayings. A girl's gotta eat, after all. And read.
hence, faithful readers, I am once again appealing for the pithy sayings and mottos that fire you up, cheer you up and make you believe that even if you don't actually believe you can complete whatever ludicrously task you are attempting, you might as well keep plugging away at it for the time being.
So far I have
Why not?
One more step. One more km. One more marathon
It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog
and from the late Steve Jobs, Stay hungry. Stay foolish.
Share your wisdom with me, my friends! And fingers crossed, eh?
More anon, my treasures.
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
stay tuned
I stepped off the front verandah about an hour ago and on to Noddie's skateboard. Went down like a sack of spuds. Currently icing a very painful and swollen ankle.
More anon, teeth-gritters.
More anon, teeth-gritters.
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
But of course
- I appear to be getting a head cold, complete with sore throat, a headache and aching joints. @#&%!!! Bring on the echinacea and vitamin C, I say, and we'll see who rusts first!
- my old sunnies turned on me in my last couple of long runs. Can your forehead gain weight? So I went to the bike shop in a panic - it is only 5 more sleeps until TBLRCU arrgghh excuse me whilst I repair beneath my desk and rock back and forward for a bit - and my style advisor (Noddie) told me to buy these so I did.
- J has organised himself at the VERY last minute to come along and spectate. I am very happy about this....in a way.....I won't go into details but it's a good thing he is a big sweety and my helpmeet in life's vicissitudes because having to choke down disappointed, let-down rage for weeks does my head in and takes a day or two to get over.
- my shoes died! Noooooooooo!!! I have a new pair of the same model in the wardrobe which I will be wearing around the clock between now and Sunday. I'd rather have blisters than a sore knee.
- when I looked at the wear pattern on my old shoes I realised why my knee was hurting. @#&%!!! and grrrrrrrrr!!!
That was when I discovered that you don't have to go to the podiatrist to get your orthotics adjusted. A paring knife and a hammer will do just as well.
- the weather on Sunday is looking gorgeous.
This is Not Good News for Team Stupidly Determined. We like it cool and would be more than satisfied with downright chilly. The winds about which the skinnyfasts whinge are as naught to us. Thank goodness for the mighty Hydration Plan is all I'm saying.
More anon, taper lunatics!
- my old sunnies turned on me in my last couple of long runs. Can your forehead gain weight? So I went to the bike shop in a panic - it is only 5 more sleeps until TBLRCU arrgghh excuse me whilst I repair beneath my desk and rock back and forward for a bit - and my style advisor (Noddie) told me to buy these so I did.
- J has organised himself at the VERY last minute to come along and spectate. I am very happy about this....in a way.....I won't go into details but it's a good thing he is a big sweety and my helpmeet in life's vicissitudes because having to choke down disappointed, let-down rage for weeks does my head in and takes a day or two to get over.- my shoes died! Noooooooooo!!! I have a new pair of the same model in the wardrobe which I will be wearing around the clock between now and Sunday. I'd rather have blisters than a sore knee.
- when I looked at the wear pattern on my old shoes I realised why my knee was hurting. @#&%!!! and grrrrrrrrr!!!
That was when I discovered that you don't have to go to the podiatrist to get your orthotics adjusted. A paring knife and a hammer will do just as well.- the weather on Sunday is looking gorgeous.
This is Not Good News for Team Stupidly Determined. We like it cool and would be more than satisfied with downright chilly. The winds about which the skinnyfasts whinge are as naught to us. Thank goodness for the mighty Hydration Plan is all I'm saying.More anon, taper lunatics!
Saturday, October 01, 2011
Awakening
Noddie and I are back from three splendid days in the Big Smoke, shopping and culture-vulturing 
and cheering at the Grand Final parade and eating things we don't have at home like sushi and Vietnamese pork rolls and good Chinese food in groovy little cafes an arm-width wide.
Noddie was absolutely thrilled with our hotel - not only did we get to eat breakfast In A Restaurant - what could possibly be more awesome? - but there was a gym on the second floor where she could try all the machines while Mummy ran on the treadmill.
It was here, dear readers, that your heroine had an epiphany. It's been a very long time since I've run in front of a mirror. As I ran, I had to look at myself. And do you know what I saw? I saw heavy and bloated and tired and sad.
I look how I feel.
You may have noticed that I've been very down these last couple of months. If you haven't, it's becuase I have been functioning on manufactured "up", fuelled with food and wine. That mirror told me that I can't do it any more. I have to start using coping strategies that don't involve food and drink. I told J how bad I've been feeling and he's going to help me.
There are eight more sleeps until TBLRCU. I couldn't feel less like doing it but I'm going to. In the world of the Stupidly Determined Very Slow Marathoner, guts overcome fear and faith conquers doubt. Which is good because I couldn't be more doubtful or scared. But you know what I say to that? Scared schmared is what I say.
More anon, rock stars!
and cheering at the Grand Final parade and eating things we don't have at home like sushi and Vietnamese pork rolls and good Chinese food in groovy little cafes an arm-width wide.
Noddie was absolutely thrilled with our hotel - not only did we get to eat breakfast In A Restaurant - what could possibly be more awesome? - but there was a gym on the second floor where she could try all the machines while Mummy ran on the treadmill.It was here, dear readers, that your heroine had an epiphany. It's been a very long time since I've run in front of a mirror. As I ran, I had to look at myself. And do you know what I saw? I saw heavy and bloated and tired and sad.
I look how I feel.
You may have noticed that I've been very down these last couple of months. If you haven't, it's becuase I have been functioning on manufactured "up", fuelled with food and wine. That mirror told me that I can't do it any more. I have to start using coping strategies that don't involve food and drink. I told J how bad I've been feeling and he's going to help me.
There are eight more sleeps until TBLRCU. I couldn't feel less like doing it but I'm going to. In the world of the Stupidly Determined Very Slow Marathoner, guts overcome fear and faith conquers doubt. Which is good because I couldn't be more doubtful or scared. But you know what I say to that? Scared schmared is what I say.
More anon, rock stars!
Monday, September 26, 2011
You're joking
Having perused the race book for TBLRCU (my knee is still a bit painful but seems to be improving thanks for asking please keep all digits crossed not that I'm FREAKING OUT about it no no no no nooooo) and studied the course maps, I cast my mind back to happy times at the mighty MCG 
- great days at the footy, concerts, and of course VSMs #1 and #3. I visualised running the last km strongly, steaming up the chute to get my next bit of awesome bling.....
and then I thought, hang on.....
the new finish is Up. A. Hill.
Look at Jolimont St East Melbourne on g00gle street view if you think I'm making this up. I wish I was.
Brilliant.
More anon. I'm going to have another cup of tea now, and make up some cheesy visualisation about being pulled up the hill by a giant tractor beam.
- great days at the footy, concerts, and of course VSMs #1 and #3. I visualised running the last km strongly, steaming up the chute to get my next bit of awesome bling.....and then I thought, hang on.....
the new finish is Up. A. Hill.
Look at Jolimont St East Melbourne on g00gle street view if you think I'm making this up. I wish I was.
Brilliant.
More anon. I'm going to have another cup of tea now, and make up some cheesy visualisation about being pulled up the hill by a giant tractor beam.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
the last long one
Hi there sports fans
You'll be thrilled to learn that I had a great 12km run this morning, despite the fact that just before I left I discovered that my immensely comfortable, flattering and EXPENSIVE shorts had given way in the thigh seam. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! The change of attire for modesty's sake which this necessitated resulted in my disturbing the Spousal Unit for a second time at You're F%^&ing Joking O'clock aka 4.20am OMFG that's a stupid, stupid time. Shame on you, Sk1ns! Expect a stern letter soon.
Unfortunately this great run was interrupted by some pretty rugged knee pain and followed by a quite tiresome and very cold 9km walk home. I tried a bit of a trot about 3km from home and it had mostly gone, but so had any energy, oomph, determination or let's-just-get-it-the-#$&%-done whatsoever. It was a short trot. I think (HOPE) the pain was because of ITB tightness, and I'm pretty sore right now so the Plan Is This: ice and ibuprofen today, foam roller on Monday ow ow ow and stretching like Gumby for the next two weeks. Another thing I'll be doing after today is going back to my old iron supplement. I don't think the new one is up to my energy requirements.
Please note that LBTEPA's press secretary would like to emphasise that this morning was not a disaster, debacle, shattering, crushing, a bad omen, a harbinger of doom nor a worry of any kind. The judges' decision on this matter is final and no correspondence will be entered into.
Now let the taper begin! I *heart* the taper.
More anon, trailblazers!
You'll be thrilled to learn that I had a great 12km run this morning, despite the fact that just before I left I discovered that my immensely comfortable, flattering and EXPENSIVE shorts had given way in the thigh seam. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! The change of attire for modesty's sake which this necessitated resulted in my disturbing the Spousal Unit for a second time at You're F%^&ing Joking O'clock aka 4.20am OMFG that's a stupid, stupid time. Shame on you, Sk1ns! Expect a stern letter soon.
Unfortunately this great run was interrupted by some pretty rugged knee pain and followed by a quite tiresome and very cold 9km walk home. I tried a bit of a trot about 3km from home and it had mostly gone, but so had any energy, oomph, determination or let's-just-get-it-the-#$&%-done whatsoever. It was a short trot. I think (HOPE) the pain was because of ITB tightness, and I'm pretty sore right now so the Plan Is This: ice and ibuprofen today, foam roller on Monday ow ow ow and stretching like Gumby for the next two weeks. Another thing I'll be doing after today is going back to my old iron supplement. I don't think the new one is up to my energy requirements.
Please note that LBTEPA's press secretary would like to emphasise that this morning was not a disaster, debacle, shattering, crushing, a bad omen, a harbinger of doom nor a worry of any kind. The judges' decision on this matter is final and no correspondence will be entered into.
Now let the taper begin! I *heart* the taper.
More anon, trailblazers!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
A cautionary tale
Gather round, children, and hark to the wisdom of your Auntie LBTEPA.
If you decide to have that extra glass of wine to celebrate your refinancing finally coming through, and also Noddie's first piano performance at assembly (well done little mate!), and then decide that you'll have a bit of a sleep in, but that will be ok because you've put dinner in the crockpot before work and also J has the day off so there will be a window to get your run done in the afternoon, which will also be good practice for TBLRCU because it's a warm day and you've mostly run in the cool so far.......
mark my words, gentle readers, it will all go horribly wrong.
The Spousal Unit and Noddie will both be sick and miserable and you will look after them and make sure they are ok becuase you love them, and you will get on your bike trainer at 8.45pm and watch Tristan Miller run across Mongolia and not think about how tired you are or how yet another run has gone down the gurgler because of another stupid lazy decision, because You Are An Athlete and that's what you do.
And next time you will remember that "later" does not exist.
If you decide to have that extra glass of wine to celebrate your refinancing finally coming through, and also Noddie's first piano performance at assembly (well done little mate!), and then decide that you'll have a bit of a sleep in, but that will be ok because you've put dinner in the crockpot before work and also J has the day off so there will be a window to get your run done in the afternoon, which will also be good practice for TBLRCU because it's a warm day and you've mostly run in the cool so far.......
mark my words, gentle readers, it will all go horribly wrong.
The Spousal Unit and Noddie will both be sick and miserable and you will look after them and make sure they are ok becuase you love them, and you will get on your bike trainer at 8.45pm and watch Tristan Miller run across Mongolia and not think about how tired you are or how yet another run has gone down the gurgler because of another stupid lazy decision, because You Are An Athlete and that's what you do.
And next time you will remember that "later" does not exist.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
where there's life
Yesterday I was wandering around in quite a foul mood, partially due to the fact that the 2kg I painstakingly whittled away over six weeks seems to have found its way back in a week come on we all know I have not-all-that-latent weight issues that stage spectacular escapes from their cages pretty much this time every marathon, and partially due to the fact that I sort of wanted to/felt that I "should" be working out but due to Domestic Concerns was unable to work out what would fit in with both everything else I needed to get done (a lot) and what I felt like (nothing) . After some time it occurred to me that perhaps this EXTREME GRUMPINESS was because I was still quite tired after (ahem) "racing" 21.1km on Sunday, and perhaps I might have another day off. I must point out that this is a notion that a Stupidly Determined Very Slow Marathon runner can grasp only after some effort.
The following thought crossed my mind:
It was only a half, why would I need two days off?
....deafening silence.....
...sound of head being slapped....FFS, you idiot. Get. A. Grip.
You will be glad to know that when the echoes died away I repaired to the recliner and stayed there. There's even hope for Team SD.
The following thought crossed my mind:
It was only a half, why would I need two days off?
....deafening silence.....
...sound of head being slapped....FFS, you idiot. Get. A. Grip.
You will be glad to know that when the echoes died away I repaired to the recliner and stayed there. There's even hope for Team SD.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Un/expected
Bairnsdale half marathon. 2:49
Rating: very pleased.
As expected
- super well-organised race, heaps of water stations and very well-marshalled especially given the loopy course
- I was dropped by the pack within a km and didn't see anyone AT ALL until the 10k-ers caught up at about 8km, then spent the last 7km by myself as well.
- I felt very upset indeed about this for quite some time, but didn't die, and managed to leave some of that %$#@ by the side of the road where it belonged.
- helped, I think, by my decision to not look at my watch. My goal was "the closer to 3 hours the happier I'll be" (so I was very happy) and the plan was to run at a "not very comfortable" pace (RPE* about 7.5).
- my nutrition and hydration plan worked perfectly. A drink every walk break and every water station, and because this was a nice civilised race that started at 8m so I had a proper breakfast, gels at 8km and 16km. ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY NUTRITION AND HYDRATION PLAN!
- dear marshalls: slow does not mean struggling. It means slow. While I appreciate your attempts at encouragement, telling me to "keep going" at 4km is a bit pointless. I'm doing a half-marathon FFS. Oh, hey, maybe I'll stop here instead.
Not expected
- the new visor is very comfortable, made it easier to keep cool and is also quite flattering as I'm sure you will agree.
- my sunglasses, however, have turned on me, and made my head ache abominably unless I took them off and bent them outward every few km :(
- I held run 3 songs: walk 1 the whole way, even at the (ahem) "faster" pace. This was pleasing as I've only been doing r2:w1 in my long runs.
- having the president of the tri club ride up behind me and tell me I was doing a great job and that he was proud of me. I really appreciated that.
- I had loads in the tank for the last 4km. This is very reassuring, as now I can approach TBLRCU with some confidence that it will not be an utterly horrid suffer-fest.
- the very very steep hill at 20.5km. I probably shouldn't have dropped the f-bomb when I realised the marshalls weren't joking when they directed me up there. These things happen.
- being described as having a good attitude by the cycle escort when he realised that this was my 8th half marathon and I've done 3 more fulls than he has. I didn't push him off his bike though.
- I didn't come last!!!! The charming Phil from Canberra was really struggling; I gave him the last of my water and tried to get him to run with me but he was too had it, poor lambie.
- really nice bling
More anon, grinners :)
*Rate of Perceived Effort
Rating: very pleased.
As expected
- super well-organised race, heaps of water stations and very well-marshalled especially given the loopy course
- I was dropped by the pack within a km and didn't see anyone AT ALL until the 10k-ers caught up at about 8km, then spent the last 7km by myself as well.
- I felt very upset indeed about this for quite some time, but didn't die, and managed to leave some of that %$#@ by the side of the road where it belonged.
- helped, I think, by my decision to not look at my watch. My goal was "the closer to 3 hours the happier I'll be" (so I was very happy) and the plan was to run at a "not very comfortable" pace (RPE* about 7.5).
- my nutrition and hydration plan worked perfectly. A drink every walk break and every water station, and because this was a nice civilised race that started at 8m so I had a proper breakfast, gels at 8km and 16km. ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY NUTRITION AND HYDRATION PLAN!
- dear marshalls: slow does not mean struggling. It means slow. While I appreciate your attempts at encouragement, telling me to "keep going" at 4km is a bit pointless. I'm doing a half-marathon FFS. Oh, hey, maybe I'll stop here instead.
Not expected
- the new visor is very comfortable, made it easier to keep cool and is also quite flattering as I'm sure you will agree.
- my sunglasses, however, have turned on me, and made my head ache abominably unless I took them off and bent them outward every few km :(
- I held run 3 songs: walk 1 the whole way, even at the (ahem) "faster" pace. This was pleasing as I've only been doing r2:w1 in my long runs.
- having the president of the tri club ride up behind me and tell me I was doing a great job and that he was proud of me. I really appreciated that.
- I had loads in the tank for the last 4km. This is very reassuring, as now I can approach TBLRCU with some confidence that it will not be an utterly horrid suffer-fest.
- the very very steep hill at 20.5km. I probably shouldn't have dropped the f-bomb when I realised the marshalls weren't joking when they directed me up there. These things happen.
- being described as having a good attitude by the cycle escort when he realised that this was my 8th half marathon and I've done 3 more fulls than he has. I didn't push him off his bike though.
- I didn't come last!!!! The charming Phil from Canberra was really struggling; I gave him the last of my water and tried to get him to run with me but he was too had it, poor lambie.
- really nice bling
More anon, grinners :)*Rate of Perceived Effort
Friday, September 16, 2011
Yawn
The facts:
- most people in my family 'carry a bit of weight'
- I'm an emotional eater and drinker
- there's been a bit of extra stress at Chateau LBTEPA this last little while (thankfully nothing serious, but above our "cope with easily" level)
- my next marathon is in 22 days and lighter is better when I'm a) carting 80-ish kg for 42.2km and b) even more underdone than usual
- some of my painstakingly-shed lard has made a comeback. #$%*! #$%&!!
The Plan:
- suck up that this is all very boring. I've been at uni forever. I can do boring.
- refrain from diving into the I hate myself pool when I get on the scales
- write down Every Single Thing I eat. This does actually work for me, especially during the 5-7pm shovelling-stuff-into-my-gob-will-make-this-overwhelmed-feeeling-go-away arsenic hour, but still, booooooorrrrrrrrinnnnnnnnnngggggggg
The things I do for bling...........
Edit:
After a couple of surprising conversations with colleagues whom I would have expected to know a hell of a lot better, I do feel I have to make the comment that I do not subscribe in any way to the "lighter/smaller = healthier" point of view. Whenever anyone mentions to me that they're wanting/trying to lose weight, my response is "why?". If the answer is not "becuase I believe (not "becuase my dr told me") that this will improve a specific health indicator", or "becuase 42km is a long way to cart 80kg" did you see the self-justification there? then I become quite tiresomely challenging about mindlessly buying into distorted social mores about size and attractiveness. Ask anyone.
I think that as an older, larger, slower athlete - with, it must be admitted the full set of body image issues oh my let's not take the lid off that box - the balance between self-acceptance and not wanting to move so much mass around 42.2km did I mention VSM#5 is coming on like a train ohshitohshitohshitwe'reallgoingtodiiiieeee might always be a dilemma for me. But that's ok. The main thing is to be thoughtful about things. And not boring.
More anon, sleepwalkers!
- most people in my family 'carry a bit of weight'
- I'm an emotional eater and drinker
- there's been a bit of extra stress at Chateau LBTEPA this last little while (thankfully nothing serious, but above our "cope with easily" level)
- my next marathon is in 22 days and lighter is better when I'm a) carting 80-ish kg for 42.2km and b) even more underdone than usual
- some of my painstakingly-shed lard has made a comeback. #$%*! #$%&!!
The Plan:
- suck up that this is all very boring. I've been at uni forever. I can do boring.
- refrain from diving into the I hate myself pool when I get on the scales
- write down Every Single Thing I eat. This does actually work for me, especially during the 5-7pm shovelling-stuff-into-my-gob-will-make-this-overwhelmed-feeeling-go-away arsenic hour, but still, booooooorrrrrrrrinnnnnnnnnngggggggg
The things I do for bling...........
Edit:
After a couple of surprising conversations with colleagues whom I would have expected to know a hell of a lot better, I do feel I have to make the comment that I do not subscribe in any way to the "lighter/smaller = healthier" point of view. Whenever anyone mentions to me that they're wanting/trying to lose weight, my response is "why?". If the answer is not "becuase I believe (not "becuase my dr told me") that this will improve a specific health indicator", or "becuase 42km is a long way to cart 80kg" did you see the self-justification there? then I become quite tiresomely challenging about mindlessly buying into distorted social mores about size and attractiveness. Ask anyone.
I think that as an older, larger, slower athlete - with, it must be admitted the full set of body image issues oh my let's not take the lid off that box - the balance between self-acceptance and not wanting to move so much mass around 42.2km did I mention VSM#5 is coming on like a train ohshitohshitohshitwe'reallgoingtodiiiieeee might always be a dilemma for me. But that's ok. The main thing is to be thoughtful about things. And not boring.
More anon, sleepwalkers!
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Things that crossed my mind yesterday morning.
@!%&*! is it 4.40 already?
I need a cuppa. Is that rain?
@!%&*! It is rain. Good thing I set out my jacket. And wrapped up my phone.
I'll just have a quick look on EffBee while I eat my toast
Just get out the bloody door will you, it's going to take forever and be awful whenever you go.
@!%&* it's cold, not too windy though this would come back to bite me as you will see
I'm glad I wore the hat with the light, it's bloody dark
Ack! I wish they'd tether that damn goat in the same place all the time, it gives me such a fright when I nearly trip over it this is absolutely true
Being wet isn't so bad really this is absolutely a lie
I'm feeling pretty good, mustn't get over excited, there's a long way to go.
Not far to the turn-around now.
Waaah! That's where the wind was!! @!%&* it's cold!
It's not so bad among the trees
I wish there were some trees here. Bugger me this wind is fierce.
Maybe three hours is enough for today, I haven't been well.....
I don't care how fresh they are, I am not buying anything from a person who puts an apostrophe in EGGS.
I run tall, I run loose, I run straight, I run forever....
@!%&* it's cold. This is really hard. Really hard.
Pardon?
I said, this is really hard
And by that you mean...?
I don't like this
You don't like being cold and tired?
No, I don't.
So?
.....
Point taken.
F#$% I AM TOUGH, I AM SO F#$%ING TOUGH
I'm glad no-one heard me say that
I run tall, I run loose, I run straight, I run forever, I run like Crowie, I run like Macca, I run like Chrissie, I run like me...
When I get home I am going to wear my HTFU shirt IRONICALLY. That would be funny.
Maybe four hours is enough for today, I haven't been well....
Can't wear your HTFU shirt if you do that.
My legs hurt. I want to stop.
You can want all you like but you're not stopping. Thoughts are not actions.
I could stop at Mum's, that's 27km. That's a long way when I haven't been well.
But I wanna wear my shirt.
Bugger.
I feel good, I am filled with energy, there is no hurry.....
Not far until the main street and out of the wind a bit
I could walk home, that would do.
Oh, please.
You can run one song walk one if you like, that's my best offer.
I can still manage run two walk one. I'll get home more quickly anyway. @!%&* it's cold.
Oh look! That fence is exactly the right height to stretch my hammies and hips!
Ohhhhh, thaaat's better...
I feel good, I am filled with energy, there is no hurry.....
I've never been in anything like this wind. I'm glad I'm not riding my bike.
Not far now THANK GOODNESS I am so tired
1km to home and you know what that means run a bit faster run run run don't stop you have something in the tank you can do this you will remember this on race day and you will have something left then too I run tall I run loose I run straight I run strong I run like Crowie I run like Macca I run like Chrissie I run like me and I Do Not Stop.
What time is it? 10.30? Really? That's 5 hours exactly! Excellent! Yay!
Now for my ice bath. Ewwwww.
Home alone - licence to swear granted! (the Spousal Unit had taken Noddie to tap dancing)
@!%&*%#!! @!%&*%# &$*@%#!!!
I need a cuppa. Is that rain?
@!%&*! It is rain. Good thing I set out my jacket. And wrapped up my phone.
I'll just have a quick look on EffBee while I eat my toast
Just get out the bloody door will you, it's going to take forever and be awful whenever you go.
@!%&* it's cold, not too windy though this would come back to bite me as you will see
I'm glad I wore the hat with the light, it's bloody dark
Ack! I wish they'd tether that damn goat in the same place all the time, it gives me such a fright when I nearly trip over it this is absolutely true
Being wet isn't so bad really this is absolutely a lie
I'm feeling pretty good, mustn't get over excited, there's a long way to go.
Not far to the turn-around now.
Waaah! That's where the wind was!! @!%&* it's cold!
It's not so bad among the trees
I wish there were some trees here. Bugger me this wind is fierce.
Maybe three hours is enough for today, I haven't been well.....
I don't care how fresh they are, I am not buying anything from a person who puts an apostrophe in EGGS.
I run tall, I run loose, I run straight, I run forever....
@!%&* it's cold. This is really hard. Really hard.
Pardon?
I said, this is really hard
And by that you mean...?
I don't like this
You don't like being cold and tired?
No, I don't.
So?
.....
Point taken.
F#$% I AM TOUGH, I AM SO F#$%ING TOUGH
I'm glad no-one heard me say that
I run tall, I run loose, I run straight, I run forever, I run like Crowie, I run like Macca, I run like Chrissie, I run like me...
When I get home I am going to wear my HTFU shirt IRONICALLY. That would be funny.
Maybe four hours is enough for today, I haven't been well....
Can't wear your HTFU shirt if you do that.
My legs hurt. I want to stop.
You can want all you like but you're not stopping. Thoughts are not actions.
I could stop at Mum's, that's 27km. That's a long way when I haven't been well.
But I wanna wear my shirt.
Bugger.
I feel good, I am filled with energy, there is no hurry.....
Not far until the main street and out of the wind a bit
I could walk home, that would do.
Oh, please.
You can run one song walk one if you like, that's my best offer.
I can still manage run two walk one. I'll get home more quickly anyway. @!%&* it's cold.
Oh look! That fence is exactly the right height to stretch my hammies and hips!
Ohhhhh, thaaat's better...
I feel good, I am filled with energy, there is no hurry.....
I've never been in anything like this wind. I'm glad I'm not riding my bike.
Not far now THANK GOODNESS I am so tired
1km to home and you know what that means run a bit faster run run run don't stop you have something in the tank you can do this you will remember this on race day and you will have something left then too I run tall I run loose I run straight I run strong I run like Crowie I run like Macca I run like Chrissie I run like me and I Do Not Stop.
What time is it? 10.30? Really? That's 5 hours exactly! Excellent! Yay!
Now for my ice bath. Ewwwww.
Home alone - licence to swear granted! (the Spousal Unit had taken Noddie to tap dancing)
@!%&*%#!! @!%&*%# &$*@%#!!!
Thursday, September 08, 2011
Whee!
Ventolin and steroids make life a lot simpler what with being able to breathe and all but they also makes me a bit trippy and nervy and give me the shakes and makes me JUST WANT TO EAT which is tiresome since the "A few mouthfuls less" method has resulted in a 4kg loss to date and I am well on target to start VSM#5 at slightly less than last year's weight. Yay! That's if I can stop myself hoeing into anything that might contain or resemble food. Maybe I'll glue the bikkie jar shut. I'm taking less medication than prescribed but criiiikkkeey....I think it must accumulate or something. At work I have to really concentrate on not yapping on like a speed-addled nong. Stupid asthma, stupid fluctuating temperatures, but that's what you get for living on the 47th parallel I suppose. That and gorgeous Spring mornings. Still, breathing is good. I'm a fan. I'll try and do with a bit less tonight and see how I sleep - less medication, I mean. Not less breathing.
I'm a bit nervous about attempting 32km on Saturday morning but it has to be done. I am calm, I am patient, I am brave, I am strong....just ask my mantra. If I say it enough times that will make it true, yes?
Time to go and stretch like Gumby*. My efforts make Noddie laugh. She is the uber-Gumby!
*My five faithful readers may rest assured, though, that if I should ever embrace a life of crime it will be characterised by competence and forethought, unlike some people.
More anon, rabbiters-on!
I'm a bit nervous about attempting 32km on Saturday morning but it has to be done. I am calm, I am patient, I am brave, I am strong....just ask my mantra. If I say it enough times that will make it true, yes?
Time to go and stretch like Gumby*. My efforts make Noddie laugh. She is the uber-Gumby!
*My five faithful readers may rest assured, though, that if I should ever embrace a life of crime it will be characterised by competence and forethought, unlike some people.More anon, rabbiters-on!
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