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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.

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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

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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.

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).

Rake

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?

Hilarity.

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?

A post that’s not really about Boston. Much.

 

What happened at Boston was awful.

There’s half of me desperately sad and horrified abut what happened, and another half reserved for those people who worked so, so hard to get there (and let’s out this into context for the non-runners – you don’t just sign up for Boston, you have to have raced and achieved a qualifying time, been accepted into the race, and then trained to run the race of your life) but who never saw the finish line. Nothing makes sense.


The runners who never saw the end.
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Always one to step back a bit, as one of my friends pointed out, this wasn’t the only explosion the world was dealing with, yet it took up the whole of Australia’s news. Iraq was on fire, but we’re so used to it, it didn’t raise an eyebrow. All of it is sickening. But for this runner, it’s all about Boston, and I know I’m not the only one.

Much love also to Lisa, who has been featured on Run with Kate before, and who ran and finished Boston just before the explosions - her blog is here if you’d like to send her some love. The same for our Neon Blonde Runner, Kat, and Phaedra, of Blisters and Black Toenails. I’m sure I’ve left out people, so comment below if that’s you!

However, this is not a post about Boston, or any other attack. So many of my friends have eloquently expressed what happened, and how the running community feels.  If you’d like to read about Boston in the running community, here are a couple of the posts that I’ve loved:

Hollie wrote about Boston from a different perspective, likening the marathon to a graduation ceremony.

Our Marathon Mom wasn’t there this year, but she did write a short and sweet post after the event. 

If you just want to read about Boston today, that’s ok, head over the links above. I’m going to start writing more selfishly now, and that’s my problem!

 

It’s about speed

As I was running the Canberra Half Marathon on Sunday (oh yeah, sorry, I’ve seriously been MIA, I ran my first half marathon on the weekend), it struck me that I might not actually want to run another marathon just yet.

Superwoman and I after the race.

Superwoman and I after the race.

I mean, I do.

But I don’t.

The Melbourne Marathon was incredible, and it hurt me, big time. So naturally I want to tackle the beast for round 2. I was all set to run Blackmores (Sydney), and then, cruising along on Sunday, it hit me that maybe this year wasn’t the year.

I realise that all of us have self-doubt when we run. On Sunday, I felt particularly crappy – I had major stomach cramps, I wasn’t well-fueled, I hadn’t prepared all that well, my garmin died, I couldn’t take on any fuel mid-race thanks to Monsieur le Stomach, and for the last 8km, I didn’t even drink water (far too risky!). I cruised most of the way, and ended up with a respectable time for me -

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On the flip-side, I got the chance to catch up with Jarrod mid-race, which was amazing, and definitely made it a nicer run. I never saw Jenelle, but she ran a 3:33 for the full marathon – so much respect!

For me, it’s this simple – I want to be faster. Much faster.

Kate

Boo yah!

I can’t work on speed and still train for a marathon and do it well. I haven’t been posting, which is something I love – if I don’t have the time to post, how the hell can I give the time to do a marathon properly?

So here’s my new plan.

Speed. 

That is all. I am deferring my marathon plans for at least a year. In the mean-time, I’m working on getting stronger, fitter, and faster.

 

That’s it.

I’ll leave you with Mr The Rake’s loving hello from last night. I asked him if he was ok when he came home and sat down.

Having a nice, quiet sit, and no-one’s talking about Aldi.

Don’t talk about Aldi. I’ll cut you. 

Poor guy. He’d been in court all day.

 

Your Turn!

Thoughts about Boston? 
Speed vs marathoning – go!
What have I missed in bog land?

A Little Structure

 

I know you’re all dying to know how my beloved Rake is going right now.

At present, he has taken on the role of trolling the internet, one homophobe at a time.

You know how I work with small children for a living? Mr The Rake has a much lower tolerance for, well, people…


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So I asked him what he thought of people, generally -

Hmmm, I wonder how they’d taste. 

Ladies and gentlemen: my boyfriend.

I think he won the internet

I think he won the internet

 

Let’s get down to business

I know that some of you are more interested in the nitty gritty of my schedules and plans. Knowing that every single one of us has entirely different needs, I wanted to share mine. Partly because this way, I can get all excited about Wednesday when I finally get to start running again!

This is all early days, but it really is time to begin thinking about upcoming races, with the ultimate goal being the Sydney Marathon in September. So, mucking around with this awesome new find of periodisation (dividing the racing season into three categories), and adding in some light weeks, this is a rough draft of where I’m headed.

Did I mention I like structure?
Marathon Schedule

I’m all ears guys – and many of you have been there, done that.

So…

 

Your Turn!

What type of speed-work do you do?
Do you put light weeks into you training regime?
How structured are you when it comes to racing?
Do you use/have you heard of periodisation?