I thought being injured and unable to run would be soul destroying. The kind of pain and frustration that has you lying in the faetal position dazed and confused, not knowing who you are anymore or what to do with your life. It sounds dramatic but I'd be lying if I said it was a … Continue reading Road to recovery- On the 65th day she ran
My week without social media
I first posted to Instagram on the 17h of February 2013. It was a photo of three pairs of shoes that I no longer own. I don't remember joining. I don't remember why I joined or who suggested it. But I realized last week that I didn't like the person I had become and part … Continue reading My week without social media
Update: 5 Day Social Media fast
It's day 3 of my 5 day Social media fast. To be completely honest, I'm a little ashamed of myself. I know I am always on my phone, everyone is always on their phone, but the extent to which I wasting valuable living time I had no idea. In the morning when I wake up, … Continue reading Update: 5 Day Social Media fast
The 5 Day Experiment: Goodbye Social Media
"Just take it one day at a time". It's such a horrid cliche. If you think about it, how else are you going to live? It's not like you can just skip Thursday or do Wednesday and Friday at the same time. What does that even mean? I'm sure it has some ancient meaning of … Continue reading The 5 Day Experiment: Goodbye Social Media
Making friends with a pull buoy
Dear Pull buoy, We need to talk. I'm sure this isn't coming as a surprise to you. It's not you, it's me. From the moment my osteopath introduced us, I knew friendship was not in our future. I admit, I judged you from the beginning. I'm not proud of it, but I think I need … Continue reading Making friends with a pull buoy
A runners identity: Who am I if I’m not running
Being injured and on the bench is meant to show me what's important in life. It's meant to highlight all the things that I never have time for because of training and racing. You know, going out with friends, reading books, binge watching Netflix (oh wait I do that when I'm not injured!), all the … Continue reading A runners identity: Who am I if I’m not running
Thoughts on Being injured at a running festival
The drive into Rotorua was hard. Seeing the forest, smelling the Sulfur. Remembering the pre-race nerves and the post race excitement and relief of last year, it all came flooding back as tears down my cheeks. The disappointment was just so raw. But my husband was so excited to run this race and I was … Continue reading Thoughts on Being injured at a running festival
Where to now? Tales of an injured runner
There are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I call bullshit. It's mostly anger and depression. Over and over again. There may have been fleeting moments of denial and bargaining but they happened so quickly my anger and depression barely skipped a beat. There are moments of "it could be worse", … Continue reading Where to now? Tales of an injured runner
It’s over- The death of the Tarawera Miler dream
And just like that it was gone. I sat there trying to look unfazed. I maintained eye contact. I smiled. I thought to myself, this is what they mean when they say that the person receiving the bad news is not actually listening. See, I’m receiving bad news and I’m thinking about Meredith Grey doing … Continue reading It’s over- The death of the Tarawera Miler dream
I stopped running and I didn’t die
I stopped running for a week and I didn't die! I had to go back into the archives of Strava all the way back to June 2015 to find a week without running. I had a run a 50k the week before and I guess I took a week off. I don't remember it. Honestly … Continue reading I stopped running and I didn’t die
MelMac Runs 