I initially heard about parkrun (intentionally spelled with a small p, NEVER a capital!) about 2 years ago when a lady I worked with announced she’d done her first parkrun on the weekend. I had no idea what parkrun was – but from the way she said it, it was clear it was ‘a thing’ so I nodded enthusiastically and said ‘Well done! Go you!’ or something like that. Then I snuck back to my desk and Googled it. Continue reading
Yesterday was Australia Day – a special public holiday here in Oz, when we passionately celebrate our beautiful land and the wonderful Aussie lifestyle, whilst simultaneously feeling guilty and ashamed of celebrating and partying on the anniversary of the first landing (aka the first invasion)
We are a complicated nation. And we’re not super good at picking dates for national parties.
Anyway, once again the gym was shut for most of the day, opening only between 9 and 12. Before commencing triathlon, this would have meant either working out in the heat of the day or swapping my workout entirely for a simple walk with the dog.
Now that I can run and cycle, I no longer need four walls and equipment to get hot and sweaty! And I had an excellent plan. Continue reading
Just over a week ago my new Physio, Jake, banned me from running but promised he’d have me ready to run at Bribie.
So when I turned up for my second physio session on Friday, I was fully prepared for more needles, more pressure points and more running ban. We’ve still got 3 weeks until the mini Bribie Triathlon.
Indeed, an hour of the same physio talk and tests ensued – there was jumping, hopping and twisting of my legs. Jake got his extra-thick needles out and did some more dry-needling – actually, a lot more. And it was really painful. I wished he would switch to acupuncture instead. Dry-needling is more of an archaeological dig for injury fossils inside me than just a few strategic pin pricks like you get with acupuncture. There is a lot of ‘rummaging’ with the needle tip once it’s inside and boy is it painful. Especially when he hits a nerve (yes that happened)
But then, as a magical surprise just as I was about to leave and make my next appointment, Jake announced that he was happy for me to go for a run. Well he called it a jog, but we all know that sounds much less serious than a run and what is the technical difference? I don’t know so I always claim a run, never a jog. Jogs are for wimps.
Anyway, I stared at him. Really? Yes, just take it easy, wait for at least 24 hours from now and don’t do more than 4km. Stop if you get any pain, but if you just feel a bit tight then you can keep running, he said.
I took this to mean that I am the best physio patient he’s ever had and I have healed at a speed that even Superman would be proud of. I patted myself on the back and hurried out of the office to plan my first Recovery Run. Continue reading
Post-Christmas Poverty, screw you. My employer has once again topped up my bank balance, and I have refunded the savings account from which I stole too many dollars, so I am in the heady nirvana moment in time where I don’t owe any money. And before the next bill arrives tomorrow, I rushed out and spent every dollar I could on more triathlon crap.
But wait; before I update you on my new gear haul, let me tell you that this morning after my long bike ride, I decided to do the closest thing I can manage (while I am banned from running) to constitute a mash-up – I took the dog for a walk.
I was sweaty and yucky from cycling, but as I flew around the corner and entered my street for the bike leg ‘home stretch’ I knew I would just have time to fit in a walk before work if I was quick. So my transition had to be super-fast, just like in a race. And I was sweaty and tired, just like in a race. Perfect, I thought. Continue reading
I had two weeks off from my job over Christmas, a break enforced by my esteemed employer who staged a company shutdown, presumably to remind us all that our our work is worthless and entirely expendable.
In the first week, I enjoyed logging in to my computer to write my blog posts… But as the second week arrived and the dreaded return to the coal face loomed ever closer, I frankly couldn’t bear the sight of a keyboard and computer screen. So I escaped to a small cabin in a campsite out past woop-woop with Shane (my partner) and tried to pretend that the only existing technology was beer factories, microwaves and Instagram.
So if you were wondering where I had gone, you can rest assured that I simply had my head buried in the sand – in complete denial that I have a job or need money to buy beer and expensive triathlon crap.
But I am back now and there is no escaping the fact that this week I am working. And the blog is back on track. So how was Christmas training?
As expected and completely permissible during the most fantastic time of year that is Christmas, the gym was closed for a few days and open for only a couple of hours on certain other days, and I had friends or family commitments and hangovers to deal with on the days in-between. So the consistency of my training was nowhere near as high as I usually commit to. Twice a day 5 days a week and once a day for the other two days a week is a high standard to maintain, so I wasn’t concerned that I didn’t maintain it during my holidays. In fact, I effing loved it. Continue reading
As heavily predicted, I did receive some triathlon-related gifts this Christmas. It was rather lovely and made me realise how my life has changed when I’m actually pleased to receive bike-related paraphernalia for Christmas as opposed to expensive candles, books and dresses. If anyone had told me last year that I’d be requesting lycra for Christmas, I would not have believed them, but here we are. Continue reading
When I signed up for my first ever triathlon at Bribie, I had just over four months until race day. This week, I have 8 weeks to go, so I am half way though my training.
In some respects, training thus far has gone better than anticipated: I thought that the pain when running would take the whole four months to resolve, so I am thrilled that I can now run quite comfortably.
So we should agree that Trying to be a Triathlete is so far a success… except, I am a spoiled rotten human and I can’t help but want MORE! Continue reading
So when I woke up early on Sunday and couldn’t ride my bike (because it has a flat tyre) and couldn’t go swimming (because the pool wasn’t open yet) I decided it was time to attempt an outside run. Continue reading
So it turns out that I can’t drag Shane (my partner) behind me on a little bike trailer to fix any flat tyres or bicycle issues that crop up in my triathlons. Primarily because he is refusing to do it.
Even though I don’t always eat as well as I should (because I am human) we have established that I have a decent understanding of what are the best foods for me to eat in order to fuel myself and make me feel good. (And what foods are super tasty but evil. Beer.)
Basically, I think I will be all set for preparing my race day meals.
The challenging part for me has been learning how to eat for reaching my everyday training goals. Continue reading