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An Announcement . . . . .

WOAH, Steady on there Tiger!

Not that type of announcement!
REALLY!

NOOOOOOO! There is nothing baking in this oven I can assure you!

This is a different type of announcement, I’ll explain.

You may (or may not) note that I’ve been all over the place with my blogage over the last few months.

Nope? Didn’t notice??

Hmm I may need to work on my witty banter then!

Anyway, the reason for this is because (all) my time, spare and not so spare,  has been taken up with studying. Yes I’ve been a studious student for the last year and everything else has fallen by the wayside as I got stuck in to studying for my Certificate III and Certificate IV in Fitness. It’s been a looong road and at times a very stressful and tiring one, but . . . . . I did it, I finally did it.

I am now a fully qualified Personal Trainer! Check it!

BOOOM!

 DOUBLE BOOOOM!


 I am so ridonkulously happy and relieved to have finished and I am pretty proud of myself for pulling it off with 2 kids to look after. I was going to say, whilst also running a home,but given that I really didn’t quite pull that off we’ll stick with just looking after the kids! Hey, they are still alive, I count that as a win!

At times though I really did wonder what the hell I’d done and why on earth I’d started it, I mean who knew there was more to personal training than just shouting at your client to DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME 20?! (That’s a real question by the way!) Oh boy there is soooo much more to it and I wasn’t sure I would finish at times.

BUT I DID So YEY! GO ME!

 Well, that’s all fan-dabby-dosy isn’t it?!

Except . . . . . . . .

Now that I’m not studying anymore I actually have to –  do Something!

Hmm  bit stressful! What to do? What to do?

Anyone out there in need of a Personal Trainer?????

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I went to the cafe – you’ll never guess what happened next . . . . .

I had a coffee!

What a story eh!

Don’t you just love those click fodder titles though, I saw one the other day and the title was something ridiculous like the one above and turned out to be such a non-story. Well let me assure you people I have one helluva story for you.

Keep reading . . . . .

So I am currently into my weight training ‘it’s all about dem gainz people, it’s all about dem gainz’.

Coupled with this, I am also currently studying to be a Personal Trainer  – I have nearly finished my Cert iii actually and have my practical assessment this weekend. In addition I am also following a Paleo(ish) diet.

Anyway part of my training regime involves me ensuring that I am getting enough protein in order to grow my little baby muscles but I really struggle with the traditional protein shakes (they taste gross) so I have jumped on the ‘Bulletproof’ bandwagon and now after I have been to the gym I make myself a Bulletproof coffee in my mixer shaker thing.

For those unfamiliar with the Bulletproof concept  – you basically put grass fed butter, MCT/Coconut/Brain Octaine Oil and whatever else takes your fancy, into your coffee, whizz it up and Bobs your Uncle –  Bulletproof a go go! Weird as it sounds it tastes really creamy and I have developed a bit of an obsession with it. So much so I have started adding my protein powder to it as well and having it as a post workout protein hit.

So far so weird?!!!

To continue, and provide some background for this story I must let you know that I am currently typing this (while I should be studying) in a busy cafe soaked from head to foot in Bulletproof!

As is everyone in the immediate vicinity to me.

What happened? Well let me fill you in. I’ll be honest,  my obsession got dangerous. I took my trusty shaker to the cafe, ordered my long black with extra hot water, poured it carefully into the shaker, started to shake and  . . . . .

Yep

Everywhere

I thought the top was closed, it was,  but the hot water created some sort of non vacuum meaning hot coffee, butter, oily mixture sprayed all over me and all over every.single.person sat within a 2cm radius of me.

I am sitting here mortified,

stinking of coffee, and,

attempting to style it out!

N.b Very difficult to style it out when you, all those around you and all of your hard written notes, are covered in coffee.

Ashamed!

On a side note though  – Give Bulletproof a try it’s awesome.

And wish me luck for Sunday!

Right I’m going for a shower.

Melbourne Half Marathon 2014


You can do this
Just put one foot in front of the other
You’ve got this
Mind over matter

My mantra as I took on my first ever half marathon nearly 10 months after the birth of my second beautiful baby Flo-Bear.

I signed up to give myself a goal to work towards, I train better and stay more focused when I have a set goal to hit.

I’m not gonna lie, back in June when I first signed up it seemed like a long way off, plenty of time to train, plenty of time to get the mileage up. It’s all good, I will take it slow and steady, I won’t be stupid about it I will build up my miles slowly.

Then the niggle started,
then the niggle got worse.
I went to see the physio, I foam rolled (owww) I stretched, I did my rehab exercises, I stopped increasing the mileage.

Still the niggle niggled away until I was in so much pain I thought I would not be able to run at all.

I saw the chiropractor in a last ditch attempt to run pain free and although he worked a minor miracle in 10 minutes, still it was not quite right and I set off on my first ever half marathon wondering if it would hurt, when would it hurt and would it beat me on the day.

Before the race. ahh look at me, so happy in my blissful ignorance!

Before the race. ahh look at me, so happy in my blissful ignorance!

My question was answered within 300m from the start, as I rounded the corner towards iconic Flinders Street station, feeling myself being pushed along by the wave of runners surging past me.

I need to take it slow
I need to pace myself
Slowly but surely wins the race

You can do this
Just put one foot in front of the other
You’ve got this
Mind over matter

Onwards I trotted trying to take in the atmosphere, enjoy it and not think about my knee.

3KM – spurred on by my lovely little family cheering for me, I continued to take it steady, the pain pulsing quietly in the background.

I'm In there somewhere, can you spot me?

I’m In there somewhere, can you spot me?

6KM – the pain spreads round to the side of the knee, and by 9k my whole leg is seizing up. I pop my pills, and down an energy gel and this gives me a boost to carry on. I employ some of the tactics that my chiropractor gave me for race day to loosen the muscles up. It doesn’t really work.

You can do this
Just put one foot in front of the other
You’ve got this
Mind over matter

13KM – my glute is getting tighter and tighter, the tightness spreading down the back of my leg behind my knee making it extremely difficult to stretch my leg properly with each stride.

17KM – please be over soon, please be over soon, please be over soo . . . wait! hang on, why are all the marathoners going this way? Where are all the half marathoners? Crap, where have all the half marathoners gone? Am I going the wrong way? – please no, no, no, no. . .

Oh wait there’s another half marathoner, thank goodness I don’t have to carry on the marathon route.

Just keeping running, just keep running – man I’m getting delirious now.

19KM – when are we going to get to 18Ks! Seriously, this is the looongest km EVER

You can do this
Just put one foot in front of the other
You’ve got this
Mind over matter

Oh yey, 19KM, how did I miss 18, doesnt matter, 2 ks to go, 2 ks to go, ee I addio 2 ks to go!

19.2KM – Holy Crap, why is my knee hurting so much, have I broken it? why won’t it bend properly? I want to cry, don’t cry, don’t cry you’re nearly there.

You can do this
Just put one foot in front of the other
You’ve got this
Mind over matter

20.6KM – 500m to go, must run the last bit, I will run the last bit if it’s the last thing I do, you can’t run the last bit, your leg is going to fall off. Hell no, it’s not, oh there’s the finish line. I’m sprinting, what am I doing, I’m actually sprinting, how am I doing this? My knee is killing, keep going, keep going.

21.1KM – WOOHOOO, I’VE DONE IT, I’VE ONLY GONE AND DONE IT.

imageimageimageimageThank goodness that’s over.

Bloody Hell, my knee is hurting. I can’t really stand up now, that was a rubbish time.

The rest of the day was spent like this. Ouchee

The rest of the day was spent like this. Ouchee

But you know what?! I actually finished.

It wasn’t pretty and it was by no means fast, but I got it done.

BOOM.

Now what is my next challenge going to be?

Half marathon jitters!

Today is Tuesday, in case you didn’t know!

No wait don’t go I’m really going somewhere with this honestly!
Ok, so, today is Tuesday which means that it is 5 days to the weekend which means that in just 5 days I am going to be running in my first ever half marathon. . .

Weeeeeell I say running it, clearly I am using the word in the loosest possible way. What I mean is I will be dragging my gammy right limb all the way round the 21.1kms to (hopefully) finish up in the mighty ‘G’. (MCG – aka Melbourne Cricket Ground) .

Since I finished my longest training run (and longest run of my life – ever) of 18k a couple of weeks ago my knee has been playing up in spectacular fashion. I’ve had many a diagnosis including patella tendinopothy, and ITB issues all the way down to the ‘very technical’ tight arse – granted that wasn’t from a medical professional.
Ah, If only that was meant in the way I wish it was!

Anyhoo, having not run for 11 days as I tried to rest my knee, I decided to do a loosener today. My last before Sunday and alas 5 minutes in the knee began hurting again.

Not boding well.

I’ve also been recommended a shedload of drugs to help me through on race day too, none of which I can actually take because I am breastfeeding.

Awesome.

I’ve been stretched within and inch of my life today by the PT at the gym and he’s recommended a chiropractor in a last ditch attempt to run pain free on Sunday. So I am off to see him tomorrow.

So at the moment my plan is to . . . . Ah who am I kidding? I have no plan!

Did I say Awesome?

You know that proverb about the hardest race being in your mind (or something),

It’s crap!

From Fat to Fit – Planning? Definitely not my strong point.

Since the birth of my baby girl I have been documenting my quest to get back to being ‘me’.

Not just to lose the baby weight that I gained but to get back to feeling fit and strong.

Back in July I posted  this post about the importance to me of having a goal to work towards, so I signed on for the Melbourne Half Marathon.

My first ever half marathon like, ever.

Back in July, October seemed like a looooong time away. I thought, yep, I’ve got this, I’m going to take this half marathon by the scruff of its neck and totally run with it. (Bad pun totally intended). I won’t let this race beat me.

Well yesterday this arrived . . . .

Yeeeeesh!

Yeeeeesh!

Yep, this thing is definitely happening! In 24 days this thing is definitely definitely  happening.

Holy Crap-a-mole.

Did I say it’s definitely happening? Well it totally is.

I have had a few ups and downs with my training and have had to see the physio quite a bit as I have been having problems with my knee which has slowed down my training. At this stage I would have liked to have been comfortably running a good 18k regularly but alas, I had to take it back quite a bit meaning that the longest run I have done is 17k – once.

Today actually.

And it most definitely wasn’t comfortable. My knee started playing up and as I write this I am in quite a lot of pain. Also my right glute muscle decided to down tools and seize up and stop working, meaning the pressure on my knee was even worse. Still I managed to complete a very very slow and, pretty uncomfortable towards the end, training run.

Planning however, is not my strong point. Let me explain.

You see I chose to attempt the longest run of my life today after completing a pretty hard core half hour spin class. I then chose to do the start of my training run with the pretty hard core running teacher who decided she needed to stay with me for the first 5k and pace me. Whiiiiiich was pretty unpleasant, given that her slow pace is my out of breath, stitch inducing fast pace.

Hard core running teacher then got to finish and go and have a nice coffee with the girls while I was left to continue for the next 12k alone but with strict instructions to maintain my out of breath, stitch inducing pace. (I didn’t – but don’t tell her!)

Add to this set of circumstances the small fact that husb had taken the car in for a service today meaning instead of a quick 5 minute drive home, I had to walk, but not just walk, no, I had to take the double pram and push the 3 and 1/2 year old and the 9 month old all the way home. That would be all the 5k home.

See what I mean? Planning clearly not one of my strengths.

So I am now sat on the sofa with a throbbing knee – properly, actually, pooing my pants about whether or not I can in fact do this race.

P.S Not ACTUALLY pooing my pants.

Except I am.

No really I’m not – the smell is totally the 9 month old.

Totally!

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