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
It all started about a year ago. Well according to Facebook memories, exactly 1 year ago on the 18th of November 2018. It all started when I entered the Tarawera 100 mile endurance run. To be honest, at the time I didn't think that much of it. I was excited and nervous and feeling slightly … Continue reading One year on… some final answers
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
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
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
MelMac Runs 