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Birthdays, Barfing and Baw Baw

It was my birthday the other day and to celebrate the momentous occasion of my 2nd 18th Birthday we packed up the fam and headed for a day trip up to Mount Baw Baw in Victoria’s very picturesque Alpine region for a spot of snowy fun.

Mount Baw Baw is about 2 and half to three hours from Melbs – more if you add in the unaccounted for stops along the way, but more on that later!

Baw Baw’s distance from Melbourne makes it a really good option for a day trip, its an early start but worth it.

 
We had booked the Bear in for his very first ski lesson in preparation for our first family ski holiday to New Zealand very soon and husb and I were ridiculously excited to see him on a pair of skis for the first time – we have been waiting for this moment for 4 years. The Bear was also excited but, bless him, had no idea quite what he was excited about as he told me in the car that he didn’t need lessons as he was going to go up to the top of the mountain and ‘just ski down with daddy’ – as you do!

I mentioned the unaccounted for stops? Well when I say that it is a 2 1/2 to 3 hour journey, that is clearly if you are an adult, no kids and have no issue with driving James Bond style round the hairpin bends at 60km’s an hour on the ridiculously windy and narrow road to the top of the mountain. Us being none of those things (apart from the James Bond bit in husb head) meant that it took us a lot longer. Whiiiiiiich we of course didn’t realise until we were about 2 km’s into the windy bit of the journey . . . . it was then that Barf number 1 happened.

Boy oh boy did Barf number 1 happen!

It was unexpected,

despite the consistent whiny moan from the back of the car which we ignored to make sure we got there in time for the Bears 9.30am lesson – she got our attention I’ll give her that!

I’ll spare you the very smelly, lumpy, carroty, milky details but, well, it was all of those . . . and more.

Husb swore, we screeched to a halt on a hairpin, I grabbed her, he set about cleaning the vomit soaked car seat while I stripped her down to her nappy in the boot on a hairpin bend, on the side of a mountain, on a narrow road, in 1 degree celsius. Parent of the year – right here.

Girl child changed and clean, we set off again, this time at a more sedate pace of 0.5km per hour, husb swearing silently to himself with a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

We made it another km and . . .

enter Barf number 2 stage left, I swear husbs skin was about to rip through his knuckles Incredible Hulk style.

“Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me”

Husb swore (again), we screeched to a halt on a hairpin, I grabbed her, he set about cleaning the vomit soaked car seat while I stripped her down to her nappy in the boot on (another) hairpin bend, on the side of the mountain, on a narrow road, in 1 degree celsius – sound familiar?!

  
Thankfully I basically bought her wardrobe with me as I didn’t know what she’d need  – and onwards and upwards we continued.

Only to be stopped another 5kms on – thankfully no barf this time, but the demand that we hire snow chains or pay a $2000 fine, or turn round and go home. So despite the fact there was not a speck of snow on the road or anywhere about, we were fleeced hired the snow chains and obligatory sledges and set off (again).

We inched the rest of the way up to Mount Baw Baw Alpine resort finally arriving minus any more barfing, or use of/checking of snow chain adherence and rushed over to get the Bear suited and booted for his lesson.

  Then we rushed over to his lesson and arrived only about 5 mins late in the end, which was really lucky because there were all of  . . 2 people on the slope!

  
We handed the Bear over for his first ever ski lesson and watched him, go for it, no fear, no expectation just pure enjoyment.

He was a natural, by the third go down he wanted to race the little girl he was learning with – she wasn’t so keen!

  
I was proud as punch of my little Bear – the best birthday present ever, watching him take off on his little pair of tiny skis! I may or may not have shed a little tear.

  After a very busy fun filled day of skiing and sledging we headed off home – the Bear was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

  It was an amazing day out and I’m glad we arrived early, as it meant he had the slope all to himself which was the best way for him to get his snow feet. It got busier later on as a lot of people are bused in for the day. ( I would not recommend getting the bus up there – 1 word starts in B and ends in arf).

I cannot wait until we go on our snowy holiday woo!

Red Carpets, Champers and a bit of theatre darling!

So last night was not your typical Sunday ‘go to bed early, get ready for the week ahead’ night for me. It was a bit of a crazy one where, literally, ‘Anything Goes’.

Yep, last night I was invited to attend the opening night of ‘Anything Goes’ at the Princess Theatre in Melbourne.


Did you see what I did there?! You see ‘Anything Goes the show and a night where anything goes – oh come on – that was good. Work with me here!

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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?

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!

The Bear – A week in the life.

Monday: Why is poo brown Mummy?

Tuesday: Why don’t you have a pouch for me to sleep in like the kangaroo Mummy?

Wednesday: Why can’t people walk on the microwave Mummy?
Me: The microwave?
Bear: yes the microwave, where the bridge is.
Me: The microwave, cooks our food.
Bear: no, no where the cars are
Me: do you mean the motorway?
Bear: yes Mummy, the microwave
Bear: why can’t people walk on the microwave Mummy?

Thursday: Can I eat my chalkboard Mummy?

Friday: I have a headache in my trousers Mummy.

Saturday: Where is England Mummy?
Bear: Is it in America Mummy?
Bear: Is it in Australia Mummy?
Bear: Mummy, is England in Melbourne?

Sunday: How did Florence get in your tummy Mummy?
Mummy?
Mummy?
Mama?
Muuuuuuuuuuuuuum?

Me: Ask your father.

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