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Thanks Mum

Happy Mother’s Day to the woman who has loved me unconditionally since the day I was born. Even when I threw tantrums, embarrassed her at children’s birthday parties, kept her awake when I was sick, learnt to drive, dragged her to Body Attack, and left Melbourne well before she was ready for me to go.

Mum and Me

P.S. we were never a great team in the game ‘getting to school’. I may be a couple of decades late, but I get that it wasn’t your fault. And the Corinella Party? Pretty sure I turned out just fine without it. So forgive yourself and realise that you got it right. Three times.





I couldn’t be with my Mum this mother’s day, but I did have some fun running in the Mother’s Day classic:

...a different kind of running. And a big thanks to Kristy for taking this awesome shot.

…a different kind of running. And a big thanks to Kristy for taking this awesome shot.

Sometimes, running and/or walking should just be for fun. No time. No pressure.

And in costume.


We got macarons for being well-dressed.

We got macarons for being well-dressed.

I am still not running training. Sad face. But, with any luck, Señor Swiss Ball will help me channel my inner awesome runner this week. For the last few days, the rules have been no running, no cycling, no rowing, very light elliptical work, and slow move, high rep strength work.

And if you’re reading this…please make it happen. A girl can only take so much non-catabolic activity. It’s criminal.


When karma gets you for doing something is completely useless to your every day life

Not running also making me batty.

Yesterday, I meant to go to the gym at lunch time, once I finished catching up on the week’s invoicing. At 5pm, I was finally done, and when I left the gym, I noticed that the nail salon across the road was still open. Never one to think things through, I took my sweaty self in and asked for a mani/pedi.

As the kind woman operating the foot spa scraped the crap off my poor runner feet and black toenails, I looked at her in horror.

I’ve left my wallet at home. And my phone. Can I please borrow yours?

She looked at me, got up quietly, handed me the phone, and watched in amusement as I dialled my own number.

That’s right friends. 5 1/2 years into my relationship, I do not know Mr The Rake’s number. 

Luckily for me, a very serious man answered

Hello, this is Kate’s phone, [Mr The Rake] speaking. 


Hi babe, I was wondering if you could help me out?


Uh huh. 


So I’m at the nail parlour.


Uh hah. 


And I don’t have my wallet.


Uh huh. 


It’s in the hallway.


Uh hah. 


Could you please bring it down for me?

30 minutes later, Mr The Rake opened the sliding door, looked at me, said

The traffic’s pretty bad

Put my handbag at my feet, and walked out.

Guess who walked home in disposable thongs?




Happy Mother’s Day, and have a great weekend!


Your Turn!

Have you ever dressed up for a race?
How often do you have a break from running? 
When was the last time you let your purse or wallet at home?


I’ve been waiting for you (half marathon recap)

Dear everyone – please find below a series of very unflattering photos, which ruin what was otherwise an AWESOME race So awesome, in fact, that you get a full recap. Which very rarely happens. Unless I run a marathon.

*There’s less sharting in this story.*


The SMC Road Race Half Marathon

Half marathon number 2 happened. And it really didn’t go anything like the plan.

Donna and I waiting to run (the race was dedicated to Boston)

Donna and I waiting to run (the race was dedicated to Boston)

After last weekend’s mediocre effort (note to self – cake and tempure prawn do not a good pre-race day meal make), I still felt pretty wrecked, so the plan for Sunday’s SMC half marathon was simply to run, go with the flow, and enjoy a pleasant long run.

For once, I ran naked – no garmin, no heart-rate monitor, no watch, no phone. Just me. It’s not that I’ve never run without gadgets before, but I’ve never been in a timed race without them. I figured I had nothing to lose if I just worked off how I felt.

It turns out I feel a hell of a lot better than my watch thinks I do.

I picked a man in front of me – green guy, and kept pace behind him for awhile. He was met 3km in by a girl in a pink belt, who I think might have been his daughter. I’m fairly sure she beat him, which is pretty great, given his surprise when she caught him -

What are you doing up here?!

Green man and pink belt became my targets in the first 10km. I estimated that we’d finish the first 10km loop in about 55 mins.

Can you spot pink belt?

Can you spot pink belt?

Taking a step back, my PR for a 10km is 50:20. For a half marathon, I’d only ever run Canberra, which took me about 1:57:xx.

I was feeling pretty good when I passed green man coming down a hill after 8km, but I’m sure you can imagine my shock when I rounded the final corner and saw the clock at the 10km mark – 50:26.


I’d just busted out one of my fastest 10km ever, and I still had a lap to go.

Say what?

Say what?

At that point, I hit race mode.

Which was unfortunate, because it was at that moment that Green Man bloked me. 

In the most non-creepy way I could manage, I called out:

I’ve been waiting for you

To his credit, he laughed, and told me he had to save some fuel for the hill ahead.

Fair point. I hadn’t thought of that. Turns out that hills are even more brutal the second time around.

No drama. I realised I probably wasn’t going to get a negative split, but was still feeling good. At this point, I was thinking that if I could just keep moving, I might be able to come in under 1:55.

Then the cruellest thing of all happened. At this race, the course in 5km long, meaning that once a half marathoner hits 20km, they reach the finish line, only to have to turn around and go back 500m to make up the final km. It felt like the world’s looooooongest kilometre.

Are you serious? Again?

Are you serious? Again?

In the self-satisfied way that only a runner would understand, I finally, finally turned that last corner to the finish line, cheering myself because everyone else was busy eating sausages.

I crossed the line at 1:48:46.

All over.

All over.

I think I have a new favourite distance.


Your Turn!

What is your favourite distance to run? 
What’s the next BIG race you have on your calendar? 
Have you ever run a race ‘naked’?



Caught Rake-Handed

The best thing ever happened the other day.

Mr The Rake is Mr The Rake for a reason, right? He really values his privacy (and, as you can imagine, loves it when I post ridiculous and compromising photos of him).


My relationship is…special


The other day, he answered his phone at work, and used his full name. The caller, who was a complete stranger, immediately said

oh, it’s the famous Mr Rake

Guess who sent a panicky text message and asked me to go and review some of my blog posts?


I hope everyone he works with now reads this. If you are from Mr The Rake’s work, you can check out his greatest hits here, including YOLO, Why you will Die Alone or other favourites in the Top Posts section.

Cool. Enough plugging Mr The Rake. I know you want more, but he’ll come back, I promise. Actually, he came down to Canberra with me last weekend. As spectators go, he tries, but when I arrived at the finish line, he was nowhere to be seen. I wasn’t surprised given that he’d arrived home at 3am and woke me up by continuing to pick up and drop his coins all over our friend’s kitchen sink (don’t worry, I got his sorry, hungover bum back by waking up at 5am and turning on all the lights).

Point is, when I got to the finish line, he wasn’t there.

Canberra Half 2

Wow. Gotta love a good finish line face.
Mr The Rake didn’t miss a thing – it was caught on camera!

He did, however, turn up just as Superwoman crossed the finish line. He was holding a washing basket full of bedding. 

That’s a whole story in itself.

Canberra Half 3

Superwoman and I – finally at that freakin’ finish, 21.1km later.

Mr The Rake will not, however, be attending my half marathon tomorrow.

Yeah. I’m super smart and decided to go again when the opportunity arose. Having never raced a half marathon, I’m doing two on back-to-back weekends. Should be fun.

Fun is a strong word.

Wish me luck?


Today’s Moment

Superwoman, superman, Va and I headed out to the Fitness Expo today. It was like being 3 years old and going to the show again. Except more full of protein, fake tan and large chested, chicken legged men with small, dumb eyes.

My great yogurt love! Chobani,

My great yogurt love! Chobani,


Your Turn!

Ever been to a fitness expo?
When was your last half marathon?
Has your blog ever compromised your private life?

Well that could have been worse


Thanks so much for all your love after yesterday’s disastrous afternoon! I am as mad as a cut snake (gosh I love that expression), but whatever. It’ll be funny later.

Today, I raced. But not very well!

Early morning

An oldie – forgot my dodgy photography this morning. But this is how I must have looked!

I’ve been working on the whole 10km thing for awhile now. This year’s goal was is to get as close to a 45 minute 10km time as I can. I don’t expect to get there straight away, but with a PB of 50:20 mid last year, I was hopeful of some improvement. Especially with the brutal interval training I’ve been doing.

We runners are always trying to improve, and we expect that process to be linear, but this morning was a nice reality check for me.

Between a non-functioning Garmin, shorts in the wash, a last minute race sign-up, Friday’s 5km, yesterday’s shenanigans, and generally feeling blah over the past few weeks, I probably should have twigged that I wasn’t in top shape.

Though the knee pain, shin splints, soggy shoes and sluggish warm-up might have been a give-away.

It got stuck on 11:54pm, 16 Feb. Fail.

Today it got stuck on 11:54pm, 16 Feb. Fail.

With no watch, plan B was to find a pace that felt right, and find someone to chase. He shall now be known as visor guy. 

Visor guy beat me in the end. I had nothing left to give, and over the last 2km, he pulled away. I found him later – he ran 51:30.

These legs were not happy today. I guess that’s a sign.

I don’t know what the sign means.

Anyone else?


PS – I am getting up super early tomorrow to train. Does that ever get you guys down? Lea (Running for Dummies) wrote an awesome post on learning to train early. I’m all about it. Go check it out!


Today’s Moment

Mr The Rake and I went to see Life of Pi in 3D. Trippy.


Your Turn!

When was your last ‘bad’ race?

What do you do when your running feels sluggish?

Do you get up early to train?


I love you, and your blog.


I have eaten a kilo of yogurt today. That can’t be good. I can’t think of a reason why it’s bad, but a kilo of anything sounds awful!


The Run

But. But. But. I did this!

This is a huge deal for me. Except for the Colour Run last week, I don’t think I’ve ever just run a 5km. Which is why I signed up for the virtual 5km as part of Kyle’s Crusade with Lisa at Run Wiki. Because the Colour Run was un-timed, I hauled myself into the gym and jumped on the treadie for today’s session.

I wasn’t feeling it, but I felt I couldn’t quit when there were only 5km to run. And now I’ve run 5km in 24:20! This month’s #goalgetter2013 goal was to run a 5km in 24 mins. So I’m pretty close.

I totally get bonus points because I was hung-over. Mr The Rake got a bottle of Bollinger for Valentines Day. So a) he’s a sweetie, and b) as if I couldn’t not drink half a bottle.


A blog love-in

I’ve been blog stalking today, and I wanted to share some of my favourite posts tis week:

Amalia: Live, Travel, Eat and Run – Valentines Opposites This is awesome because I can’t help but see the similarities in our relationships. And she has a stack of cute ideas for showing someone you care!


Cait, our Arty Runner Chick, may have found a unicorn that shits gold, but she’s not impressed. Check out this runner strip.


Laura at Mommy Run Fast has 10 things she loves about running. I love anyone who can discuss the reasons they love running. This is a great check-in if you’re feeling a bit sluggish.


This is kind of cute, and might give Mr The Rake a smile because I’m finally coming around to the idea of having a ‘woof-dog’. Debbie, from Live at La Quinta, talks about running with her dogs, and what we can all take from it.


In Other News

I realise I’m a little behind on my own schedule. Fit Nuts will be back up and running next Thursday, and stay tuned for a give-away on Monday!

Oh yeah, I signed up for a race. I haven’t raced a 10km in ages. Sunday morning won’t be a PR race, but it’s time to get back on the horse!



Your Turn!

When is your next race?
Did you celebrate Valentines Day?
Do you have a food that’s not necessarily bad for you, but that you just can’t stop eating?