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.
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.
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.
Tutoring opened on Wednesday night for the first time today. We’re growing!
Who would you have in your ‘dream team’?
What help do you wish you had but don’t?
What was your ‘moment’ today?