Ah July. My crabby cancer friends feel me. Wowsa! Humour me for a bit as I download the contents of my rumination that has been bouncing about in my brain for the past month. I blame birthdays, they make you crazy and philosophical and annoyingly introspective. Maybe I’m having a midlife crisis, I do turn … Continue reading How it’s going: July 2023 in review
There is a good reason that there are hundreds of quotes stitched on pillows, plastering Instagram feeds and tattooed in script on various body parts warning of the dangers of comparison. Comparison my friends, is a bitch. The kicker is that when used correctly comparison can make you feel like you have your shit sorted … Continue reading How it’s going: June ‘23 in Review
The recovery wagon that optimistically gurgled and spluttered out of Katoomba about 7 weeks ago, is still hobbling down the road, making noises you know are probably not 100% healthy but don’t sound like that are a real problem either. It’s been six weeks since my last pain free run. I’m starting to understand those … Continue reading The shotgun approach
If I had to describe May in one word: chaos. I feel like May was a lot for me. I’m physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. There was a lot of stress and general busyness at work with UTA thrown in the middle. I used rest days I had banked up to go to UTA and … Continue reading How it’s going: May ‘23 review
“It’s me, hi, I’m the problem it’s me” Taylor Swift I’m bad a recovery. Probably because I’m also bad a training. I like running, the cruisy, shuffle kind with stops every few trees for one of my dogs to pee, poop and sniff. Races involve the other kind of running, the relentless climbs, the punishing … Continue reading The recovery wagon- slow, clunky and cranky
It’s called waiting room bargaining. It starts with a twinge, a dull ache, a singular short sharp pain. It induces unease, rapid heart rate, dooms day thoughts, strange phantom pains in other random places and excessively unhealthy googling. Dr Google escalates it to cancer, amputation and death. And then suddenly there you are, in the … Continue reading Waiting room bargaining
Oh Mount Macedon, you beautiful, complicated, soul destroying bitch. Last weekend, I returned to the scene of the crime, my first ever run back at the mountain that was my first foray into the bush and the kilometres past the marathon. To provide some perspective, my first experience was so traumatic that I waited 5 … Continue reading Race review: Mt Macedon 50k trail race
"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
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
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