This time last week, I was once again loading up the car with all the snacks and all the gear as I headed into the mountains. This time to the Southern Grampians for the Peaks and Trails 50k. The lead up to this years Peaks and Trails couldn’t be more different to last year. Last … Continue reading Race recap: Peaks and Trails 50k 2023
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
I’ve worn the same brand of running shoe since 2019. I’ve been a loyal customer. At one point, even an ambassador. But the shoes changed and not for the better. It was frustrating and confusing. (See my rant here!) I wanted to shop around and look for something else but I was scared. I was … Continue reading I’m in my shoe slut era!
“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 felt serious. Sharp, direct, disabling. It was so bad that it broke my heart and forced me to pull out of an event I’d had on my calendar and trained for for three years. Turns out, my arse is just lazy. Yes it feels like a personal attack to me too. A attack on … Continue reading Injury update
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
I've been a little awol lately. I've been working and running and thinking and planning. Frosty sunrise on my Saturday morning run, it was -1 and my hair frozeAfter being sidelined, I have been trying my best to "listen to my body" as everyone says. If somethings hurts I don't push through, I'm drinking more … Continue reading My latest running challenge- The NZ Sth Island double
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
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
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