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The Dream Team

You know my rainbow week? It started with a head cold and a bunch of business problems. Sweet.

On the sunny side, this week has less puking than last week. It also has a French manicure!



This has nothing to do with running, but was clearly important enough to be on the blog.

Between last week and this, running has felt like a black hole. 

Actually, that would mean there had to be running to get sucked away in the first place.

Point is. Running = not much.

BUT I have made a conscious effort to get off my butt and get moving, even on crappy days. And over the last few days, it hit me that I finally have the ‘dream team’ I’ve wanted forever. 

You know those elite sports people who have a coach, an on-call physio, a nutritionist, a masseuse, a sports physician, and probably someone to cut up their meat before they chew it?

I’m totally one of those people now. My ragtag team consists of a nutritionist, chiro and now a personal trainer. I’m feeling pretty special!

Let me introduce…my dream team


Mr Magic Man

The chiro I love for beating the crap out of my legs once a fortnight. Other hobbies include sticking needles in me, and insulting me for fun.

Without him, my legs would fall off. Or worse, I would be taking time off running injured.

These are all the bits that got injured last year.

These are all the bits that got injured last year.


Ms Meals

This woman is my new hero. Last time we talked about her, she’d given me bigger breakfasts, told me to eat carbs, and had a scale with a separate number screen.

Yesterday, she gave me MORE food. She is also a former triathlete, and is all over my stomach woes and fuelling options. You know you’re onto a good one when her eyes light up talking about gu chomps and hand-helds.

Nutritionist Approved

Nutritionist Approved

Random aside – after being told to go home and have three serves of carbs for lunch yesterday, I arrived home to find nothing but white bread and pumpkin. My list of suitable carbs tells me that one serve =  2 cups cooked mashed pumpkin.

Dude. Not even I like pumpkin enough for 6 cups. And I LOVE pumpkin.


Senor Swiss Ball

Senor Swiss Ball has been a mate of mine at the gym for awhile. So I was pretty excited when he decided to use me as a guinea pig for some of his advanced training techniques. On the cards for the next few weeks is a focus on postural alignment. Apparently if your body isn’t all curved over and shit, you have a lower injury risk. And breathe better. We all like breathing. 


Of course I had to bust out some of my 2XU goodies too, which definitely helped me get to the gym.

I hated the visor photo, so I tried again. But then I posted both, so I guess that kind of misses the point.




Also – Mum, I still don’t clean my room. Or anything else.

Ain’t no-one got time for that.


Today’s Moment

Tutoring opened on Wednesday night for the first time today. We’re growing!


Your Turn!

Who would you have in your ‘dream team’?
What help do you wish you had but don’t?
What was your ‘moment’ today?


Chocolate, clocks, and kanagroos

Easter is a time to eat a truck-load of chocolate. Repent later.

Also – Game of Thrones is back! It may be the only thing Mr The Rake and I have in common. Otherwise it’s running, too many jobs and healthy food v beer, pizza and video games. Also law. And insults.

MY eggs

MY eggs

It’s also a time to STOP for this crazy lady, and get some sleep. And it’s been bliss. However, it’s also nice to be back into the blog world, and there’s a lot to catch up on!


The Running

First and foremost, right?!


Can you spot the kangaroo? She bounced away when she realised that I wasn’t going to back away.

I bloody well earned my chocolate. Or at least half of it.

Yesterday’s 18km trail was a wonderful way to start the count-down to the Canberra half marathon. I’m not taking it all that seriously, but I am looking forward to racing the distance (and for me it marks the point at which the marathon becomes very real). More exciting is that I’ll get to cheer on Jenelle, who is running the full thing.

And on the way into the mountains, I found a kindred spirit in Va. I can now say I’ve met a woman who took a clock to bed in the middle of the night, only to wake up at 4am, and be struck by the realisation that a large wall clock will only tell her the time – not wake her up. She got up to get her daughter out of bed to put the clock back on the wall, and plugged her normal alarm clock back in.

Va and I - still smiling post-race and pre-breakfast.

Va and I – still smiling post-race and pre-breakfast.


The Blog

Apparently I was nominated for a best Australian blog competition. I’m fairly sure I don’t have a snowflake’s chance in hell, but if you can spare a moment to click on me, please do!


The Goal

#goalgetter2013 hasn’t been on my radar enough this month. The two week break didn’t help!

My goal for March was to spend more time running outside – and to get in a great tempo. Sadly, this was totally derailed. Between knee problems and no running, this was a mostly cross-training month.

Anyone want to share their goal this month? In April, I want to get in three weights sessions a week, with the exception of the Canberra half weekend.

I think this will help me build some strength before I hit marathon training for real. Maybe I’ll even start to like it!

The Goal Getter Challenge: At the start of each month, choose a goal to aim for. On the last day of the month, post a photo with your progress to instagram or twitter using the #goalgetter2013 tag. See you there!


Mental Monday

I can think of no better way than this to get ready for the new week ahead.

Mental Monday


My negative: there is so much I haven’t looked at all weekend, it’s going to be  mess to sort out!

My positive: I am rested, happy, and back in my runners -the world can work around me.


Your Turn!

What blog posts have you loved this week? (Give me things to read!)
What do you do to celebrate Easter?
Your Mental Monday Moment?
Are you into the chocolate thing, or do like Easter for other reasons?


Back to Blisters

I have blisters on my toes again, and life is back to the way it should be.

The running break has done me a lot of good, but we’re done.

This morning, I woke up at 6am, and even though it was too dark to run outside,  I did jump on this old friend for 7km of sweat. And then a weights session. I smiled the whole time.


And a pre-breakfast workout means that breakfast tastes ten zillion times more awesome than normal. And I LOVE breakfast (Mr The Rake asks me to compare my love for him to breakfast – it’s the most accurate measure).

I was a little surprised when my nutritionist suggested an even bigger breakfast than I normally have. Did I mention I love her? For me, her aim was to give me more carbs at breakfast and lunch – especially on training days – so I wouldn’t be so damn hungry and keep reaching for stupid foods.

EPIC pancake

EPIC pancake

When do all of you work out? In the last few months, I’ve become very much a morning exerciser. Partly because I love breakfast so much.


Your Turn!

When do you work out?
What is your breakfast go-to?
Is it easy for you to get into working out after a break, or does it take some time?


It’s ok, we can keep eating yogurt


By way of explanation (rather than apology!) I haven’t been in a crazy angry funk. I haven’t been sitting in a hole eating tubs of ice cream. I haven’t been rocking in the corner. I’ve just been working. A lot. And with the time off running, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to build the business, and take on some extra work.

Back to work

Back to work

So here we are, on Saturday (and promises that the Fit Nut feature will be back up and running next Thursday!). I am 1 1/2 weeks into my 2 week running break, and yesterday, I met the nutritionist.

I went in hopeful, but not expecting a magic bullet.


This woman was awesome. She got it. Without me having to go into detail on much, she knew exactly where I was coming from, and just accepted (and appreciated) that I:

a) run crazy long distances for fun and train 8-10 hours a week.

b) have two sides of my brain that clash between ‘eat cake’ and ‘carbs are evil’

Chelsea brought me cupcakes!

Now I want cake…

c) understand the fundamentals of food and training

d) am insanely structured in everything I do.

So here’s why I have a major nutritionist crush:

  • She had scales that were separated from the reading – she knew my weight but I didn’t have to know
  • She was totally pro my yogurt addiction (and she likes Chobani too!)
  • She was an iron-man triathlete and still cycles
  • She liked my diet and simply helped me re-order it
  • She referred me to a new GP who understands running
  • She introduced me to the concept of periodisation

There was no bullshit, no lists or elimination diets, so back to basics explanations and no shock when it came to marathon running. She took everything in her stride, suggested I keep some lacteeze tablets in my handbag for impromptu mudcake situations, and based everything around my training schedule – including light and heavy sessions. I have a guide to quantities and types of foods, but the freedom to eat whatever I choose.

Most of all, she gave me structure. Sweet structure. For me, some of her most basic tips – like the number of fistfuls of carbs to eat at lunch-time (as opposed to skipping the carbs and picking chocolate instead) – were an incredible relief. Someone else took charge of my diet, and I gladly relinquished it.


Your Turn!

What’s one food you cannot get enough of in your diet?
Are you a neurotic structured runner chick like me, or do you go with the flow a little more?
How important do you think the relationship between food and training is?



Because eating should be fun



Dad, maybe not a great one for you to read…

So I’m a bit obsessive. And sometimes that’s great. The OCD tendencies in most runners are what get us over the line. It gets us through sticky tempo runs, and drags our lazy behinds out of bed when the alarm goes off at ‘what the hell were you thinking’ o-clock. Basically, it makes us awesome.

Early morning

Awake before the rest of the world.

Sometimes it’s also good to learn to be less obsessive. This whole break thing, for example, is going to make me a better runner in the long term, and its giving me time to recharge. I’m also looking at it as a way to relax, deal with less intensity in my life, and have fun with friends.

This morning, I ran a race (don’t freak out Cait – I very calmly jogged 4km in about 40 minutes).

This is my friend Va – it was her second race. Ever. She inspires me every day.

Just after the drink station

Just after the drink station


Here’s the thing though. I am neurotic. And I have this wonderful split personality in my head that spends half its life saying

Be strong. You are disciplined enough to do whatever you want. Go for it. 

And the other voice, that responds with,

Well, yes, but at what cost? Have you considered chilling the hell out?

That second voice is one I have acquired over time. I’m fairly sure that piece of my brain was missing when I was born. 

Sometimes, the winning voice is easy to determine.

Have to get up early? Just do it.

Want to run 10km? Just do it.

The need to work extra time at the end of the day to achieve more before the day ends? Chill out. 

Then there are situations where the voices just fight. 

Right now, those voices are fighting over me. We know that I’ve dealt with an eating disorder. I know that it’s just one of those things that might play on my mind forever. A lot of people deal with that voice telling them to lose weight, go on a diet, exercise more, whatever. My voice likes to aim for the Nicole Ritchie circa 2006 look.

Not really ok. Source.

I’ve gotten pretty good at telling that voice to shut up. 

The problem with a break from running is that without that high intensity exercise all the time, I find myself looking for clues that I’m about to explode out into elephant territory. Clearly it’s not going to happen, but it’s there. A constant, irritating voice asking why I’ve ‘let myself go’ so much over the last two years, lamenting the fact that I ever started running and turbo-charged my appetite in the first place, and asking why disciplined Kate can’t just take action and freakin’ deal with the situation.

While it may sound very first world and of no real consequence, for me and plenty of others, that voice is paralysing. Nothing is enjoyable if all you can focus on is the size of your thighs.

So I’m taking action.

If I’m going to take some time off running, I’m going to come back to it with a much more measured attitude. I’m going to get my training in order, but I’m also going to get my food in order. Over the last few months, my good old fear of carbs has been creeping back. And worse, counter-acted by ‘you’re an idiot brain’ with chocolate or ice-cream to compensate. In sum, the whole food thing just isn’t working for me at the moment.

Look, it's still part of a healthy diet...but it probably shouldn't replace half a meal.

Look, it’s still part of a healthy diet…but it probably shouldn’t replace half a meal.

Ever the pro-active neurotic runner chick, I recognise that I’m going down a crappy road, so I’m booking myself in to see a sports nutritionist.

We can’t always do it alone, and I intend to pick her brain until I figure out what my body needs, how to manage it with my lifestyle (i.e. not waiting until 3pm for lunch between work and work), and how to enjoy dessert without feeling guilty or going all in for the binge.

Let’s get this shit sorted. 



Your Turn!

Does food ever bother you, or do you just go with the flow?
Have you ever seen a nutritionist?
Do you hear voices too?