Recovery week, formerly known as Fat week, has officially come to a close. https://youtu.be/A_Vl7AVzZwo?si=FkRuz1mfFCzNiAGZ There is something liberating about recovery week. Maybe it’s because I am so strict and scared during the taper in fear of stuffing up the one day I’ve spent 6 months training for that having absolutely no rules or boundaries or … Continue reading Training diaries: Recovery week
“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
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
Day 79 post injury diagnosis. When you get told you can't run after running almost every day for 8 years, the first thing that flashes across your mind is "I'm going to get fat". Before running I was quite a chubby person. I was insecure and self conscious and there is no way I wanted … Continue reading Road to Recovery- Return to “racing”, weight gain & muscle building
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
"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
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
MelMac Runs 