Archive for May 1, 2013

Mother Giraffe


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.

 

 

Run

 

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.

giraffe

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?

WORTH IT

WORTH IT

 

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?

 

Why I’m Not Running


I wish I had an awesome excuse for being MIA, but sadly, no alien abduction, secret society, record contract or cult activity here.

The boring reality is that I’ve been doing too many things. Turns out that the whole ‘I’ll go run a business’ thing is, well, kind of exactly what I expected in the hard department. But so, so rewarding. The kids I work with make me smile all the time, and now that we’ve been seeing them for a few months, their marks are improving, and they’re happier individuals. And it’s the best.

steve clown

Source
Mushy enough for you?

 

Mr The Rake – it’s been really tough, and I know you’re the one who’s copped most of it, but thank you. So much! No way could this Runner Chick have just started a business without your love and support.

Rake

So you’re saying you need me now?

Oh, hang on. This is a running blog.

Well, guess what?

I’m not running. 

Yup.

Say what?

NO

But only for a week! Senor Swiss Ball has decided that I need to start at the beginning. So it’s a week of walking and slow weights work and getting my spine to stay in a straight line.

There’s method to the madness. If I can help my body to get stronger and more efficient, I will run faster. In the mean-time, I am an anxious lump of runner crazy. I had to sit Senor Swiss Ball down and request a list of rules and permitted activities, as well as a timeline for when I could run again.

Have any of you ever ‘started again’? It feels so counter-intuitive, but I suspect it will be hugely important over the coming months.

 

Today’s Moment

One of our year 12 girls got 2nd in the class on her latest assignment!

 

Your Turn!

What are you excited about at the moment? 
Have you ever re-started your running?
Have you ever been abducted by aliens? 

Random aside – I once met a guy who cheerfully told me he’d been part of a cult, and it wasn’t too bad.

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!

Yep, I am TALENTED

Yep, I am TALENTED

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.

SAMSUNG

SAMSUNG

 

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?