Lately I feel like my life’s a bit like a rushed visit to the supermarket. One where you arrive with mental list of things to buy, you fly down the aisles hoping that you remember everything on the list, and if you do miss anything you just cross your fingers that it’s not too imperative. … More How To Eat an Elephant
Do you ever scroll through your Facebook newsfeed and feel like everyone else has their lives way more together than you do? Some of my high school classmates look like they’ve stepped out of a Vogue magazine photoshoot with their flawless skin and fashionable attire. Not to mention their adorable babies that make your ovaries … More It’s a snapshot not the whole story
So I’ve had a pretty inspiring weekend, I don’t actually know where to start or who to write about. Do I write about my colleague who 3 months ago declared herself ‘not a runner’ but said she wished she was? She then started putting some little jogging intervals into her walks and increased the run distance … More With Passion and Purpose
One day at the start of a Maths class in year 12, our teacher drew a long line all the way across the length of the whiteboard. She then put a tiny dot on the line, and said that was the significance of our school formal in life. In the whole scheme of things it really wasn’t a big deal, the day would come and go and life would continue as usual… She was clearly wanting us to stop talking dresses, hairstyles, formal partners and get back to work. At the time it didn’t feel like that was true, but in hindsight she was quite right, and I reckon an Ironman draws a lot of similarities to the small dot on the long line that was our school formal.
The build up to an Ironman is huge, once you pick your race months in advance it’s on your mind a lot. Every day involves training, recovering, refuelling and repeating (of course with a bit of work and family stuff in between). You try not to let it consume your whole life but as the hours of training increase and the date draws closer it manages to creep into most aspects of life.
The day then comes and goes. You either have the best day of your life or … More The Next Challenge
It’s hard to summarise a race that you haven’t quite decided how you feel about. But how do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time. It was an elephant sized day but will attempt to summarise it bite by bite… I’ll keep it honest, try to keep it interesting but can’t guarantee I’ll … More Ironman Cairns 2016
Lately I have been running A LOT. Well, having declared myself ‘not a runner’ for about 27 years, to now be running 6 days a week it seems like a lot to me. For those of you freaking out at 6 days a week don’t worry, they aren’t all long runs and definitely not all … More Leap of Faith
An open letter to my friends competing in their first long course races this weekend (and also to those whom it isn’t their first, but they need reminding just how awesome they are). Dear Friend, Firstly congratulations, 99% of the population wouldn’t have done what you did, committing to signing up for such an incredible … More An Open Letter
On a recent long ride, my friend asked me ‘What do you think about during an Ironman?’ I laughed because it’s not the first time I’ve been asked that question, but usually the people that ask me haven’t done any long distance training or racing. It’s pretty hard to contemplate putting your body through a … More A Penny For Your Thoughts
Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling, but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are and with what you have. Just… start. It may seem easy for me to say this now, once you’ve actually started it’s … More The Start is What Stops Most People
Today I had a breakthrough moment of sorts, the actual run itself wasn’t anything to write home about. An hour and a half, with a few intervals thrown in for good measure, it went something along the lines of this: 45 min easy 7x (3 min @80% effort, 2 min @ easy pace) 10 minutes … More Perceived Effort