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
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 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
There is nothing worse than someone telling you “I told you so”. It’s infuriating, frustrating and generally speaking quite annoying and a little patronizing. So two weeks ago when things started to fall off the wagon and I felt tired and a little run down, I chalked it up to what it feels like … Continue reading Tarawera Miler Training Diary-Week 8- Ouch and Oops
Breathe, breathe, in, out, in, out. I am running my first 100 mile race in 32 days. And I have a niggle. A big one. Breathe out. You know what's a little funny (but not really), I've never had an injury before. A little bit (or a lot of) soreness but never an actual injury. … Continue reading Injured with 32 days to go!