Shifting the goal posts and no running

I’ve had to shift some goal posts this week.

I’m injured – due to re-enacting the lift scene from Dirty Dancing at a wedding recently – and can no longer run the Sydney marathon in September.

Not only that but I can’t run the annual Women’s Fun Run in two weeks which is the run that ignited my passion for the sport. I had been seeing improvements in my speed prior to the injury so was looking forward to smashing a few PBs. Not only at the local fun run but at next month’s City 2 Surf Half-Marathon event.

I’m still hopeful of running C2S however I won’t be racing it or putting pressure on myself. I’ll just treat it as a cruisey run with a few thousand people.

I was coping pretty well with not running but every now and then I want to cry. More for the fact I worry about how much of my fitness and speed will be lost while I wait for my rib to repair itself. I also ordered new shoes pre-injury and can’t even take them for a test run!

Rather than wallow about it though I’ve taken some proactive steps to ensure I don’t turn into an unfit lump. The physio says I’ll be off my feet for another four weeks (ugh) however I can still do strength-training and low impact exercise. A lovely trainer at my gym is currently writing up a personalised program for me which I will be starting next week. It will be focussing predominantly on building strength and I’ll be hitting the bike and attending regular RPM classes for cardio.

Although the marathon is definitely off the cards I will still be heading over to Sydney to run the half instead. It’s actually a bit of a relief as I’ll be able to do more while I’m over there and won’t have to worry about recovery so much. 21.2km is my absolute favourite distance too – it’s not too far, takes less than two hours and recovery is fast. BRING IT ON. I’ll also get to see some lovely faces while I am over there 🙂 Would you believe two of my other running buddies have had to pull out of the full due to injury also?! We’re cursed. So we’ll all be doing the half.

Until then I will try to remain positive and work on getting as strong as an ox 🙂

My favourite pic from running the marathon at the Three Waters Running Festival in April.

My favourite pic from running the marathon at the Three Waters Running Festival in April.


Oh hai Sydney – I’ll be seeing you

In five sleeps I begin marathon training. Again.

Only a few sleeps ago I decided that I’d give the marathon at this year’s Sydney Running Festival a crack. As you do. It was a rather spontaneous decision.

I remember chatting to a couple of my running buddies – one of them lives in Sydney – and I mentioned how I’d love to do it. I didn’t necessarily mean this year but later that evening I thought to myself why the hell not! So lo and behold that’s what I am going to do.

I am so excited about it. My good friend Katherine who lives in NSW had signed up to run the half-marathon at the same event but being the enabler I am I convinced her to switch to the full. I’m not sure how close friends we’ll be once her training gets to the pointy end! Just kidding Kath!

I will also get to meet at least three of the amazing people I have known for the past year or so due to the awesome online community Operation Move. If you need motivation and inspiration to get your bum moving – check it out. It’s the coolest thing on the interwebz. For realz.

It was Steph aka Mama Marmalade who put the idea in my head. This will be Steph’s second marathon too. We both ran our first marathons on the same day. Albeit mine was in little old Bunbury whereas her’s was the London Marathon.

The fabulous Zoey will be completing her first marathon on the day and the delightful Emily aka Mrs Sabbatical will be running the half-marathon which may be her third or fourth. It is going to be awesome. I see lots of carb-loading, laughter and fun for the whole weekend.

My previous training saw me stick to a regimented plan for about half of it before I got sick and tired of it and then just did my own thing. I wasn’t concerned about how long it would take me to finish the marathon – my primary goal was to finish with a smile on my face which I achieved.

This time however I’d like to finish a bit faster. I’m not going to put undue pressure on myself because I want to enjoy the run more than anything however I am going to start and (hopefully) stick to my training plan this time.

Marathon training requires a huge commitment. You can’t just run every now and then and expect to smash out 42km. It requires patience, determination and many hours of training.

The plan I am using comes from the book Run Fast, Run Less.Which in a nutshell is exactly what I want to do! It involves just three runs per week plus two cross-training sessions per week. The three runs are all meant to be hard – tempo, intervals and a long run. No junk mileage allowed. It appears to be the perfect plan for someone like me who leads a fairly busy lifestyle as it is.

I also like that it is very results driven. However at the same time I AM SO NERVOUS. It is not an easy plan and marathon training is tough as it is.

Training in the depths of winter is going to be challenging in itself. Think how hard it is to get out of bed on a cold winter’s morning on any given day – now imagine it’s even colder, pitch black, raining and you need to go for a run. It’s going to take a lot of willpower …and coffee! Two weeks of my training will be in New Zealand too – COLDER THAN COLD.

However knowing my friends are in the exact same boat will keep me motivated. As will the fact I will be going to Sydney for the first time, I’ll get to catch up with them all and I’ll be running across the Harbour Bridge. How freaking cool is that!

I just wish my little family could be there to see me however let’s be honest it would probably be the worst holiday ever for them. I’d be shovelling food into my face the whole time, an anxious mess, jabbering on about the run,going to bed stupidly early,too frightened to traipse around the city in case I tripped and snapped an ankle. It would suck.

The run is on September 21 which is just over 16 weeks away.  About four months. This year has whizzed by so no doubt it will be here before I know it.

Oh. Em. Gee. Let the fun begin!





There is no right time

Me at seven and a half months pregnant. I loved being pregnant but would it be the same if I went back for more?

Me at seven and a half months pregnant. I loved being pregnant but would it be the same if I went back for more?

The curly-haired monster is turning two in a few weeks. Yes two. I can hardly believe how fast those years have flown by. I still remember giving birth to him like it was yesterday.

Naturally people have been asking “when’s the next one coming?” or “are you going to have any more?” It’s a very personal question but of course it is something the boy and I have both pondered. I usually laugh it off with a maybe whenever I’m asked.

I think the decision to have more children is far tougher than deciding to have your first. The first time you have no idea what you are getting yourself into, it’s all very new, exciting and daunting at the same time.When your baby arrives you are filled with so much love and you couldn’t imagine loving anything more than him/her. It’s tough – and amazing – but you get to devote all of your time to one mini-human. One.

The first few months are a sleep-deprived blur of feeding, napping, cuddles and trying to find your way. By the time they get to one you’ve pretty much blocked that part of your life out and then you start to think hmm maybe it’s time for another. However then they start walking and you couldn’t possibly imagine having a newborn to care for too.

By one and a half things are much easier – if you’re lucky they are sleeping through, can pretty much feed them self and aren’t so reliant on you for constant entertainment. You think you’ve got this parenting gig down pat and high-five each other. Go mum! Go dad!

Then the tantrums and hissy fits start. So you think no way I will not be able to handle another one. You also wonder how your adorable wide-eyed precious prince can turn from cuddly monkey to demonic spawn of satan in the blink of an eye.

Before you know it your bubba is approaching two and you’re thinking where did that time go? What happened to my little baby? He’s running around, talking, telling you NO! Asking for sultanas, the Wiggles and wants you to kiss his little finger when he shuts it in the drawer/door/toy box for 10th time. He is fiercely independent.

You hold a newborn baby and your ovaries and heart start to ache. Maybe now is the right time. But then it’s bedtime and as you cuddle your boy to sleep (yes I STILL do this) you worry about him missing out on cuddles and attention while you’re devoting all of your time to his new brother or sister. You don’t want this special bond to be broken.

It’s a tough decision. Will I be able to cope with two? What if the curly-haired monster is jealous? Is it possible to love another as much as I love the curly-haired monster? What if the new one doesn’t sleep? I don’t want to give up cuddling my boy to sleep so what do I do? Learning to breastfeed again, ugh. No more sleep. Letting my body be hijacked for two years. Oh God imagine how much crap will be left all over the house with TWO kids! We need a bigger car. I want a bigger house. I’ll have to stop working and stay at home for at least six months. OMG no more poached eggs. My boobs are going to look even worse. How do I go food shopping? Scrap that – how do I leave the house? What if I forget what to do? What if I have to stop running? What if my employer decides to make my job redundant? What if I fail? The list inside my head goes on and on and on.

However on the other hand, another itty bitty to kiss, cuddle and make us a family of four would be pretty damn awesome.

Maybe it’s not such a tough decision after all.

How did you decide to have more than one child? What’s your advice on coping with more than one?




I did it – I ran a bloody marathon!

About three weeks ago I did what I thought was impossible. I ran a marathon. It was awesome and without a doubt one of the best days of my life.

You can read all about it here. I am living proof that anything is possible if you just put your mind to it and never, ever give up 🙂

Me with my Three Waters Running Festival marathon medal. One of the best days of my life.

Me with my Three Waters Running Festival marathon medal. One of the best days of my life.

Stay tuned …

I finally have a new laptop! I have been without for most of the year after both mine and my husband’s decided to die. He very kindly bought me one for my birthday last week so now hopefully I can get back to blogging again as I’m sure you’ve all missed my ranting and rambling 😉

I was all set to post away today however I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus and my brain doesn’t seem to be working. 

Sooooooo stay tuned!