• injury,  training & racing

    Damn, This Ankle!

    The story of my dodgy ankles is a long and eventful one. I’ve suffered multiple sprains and injuries – all thanks to a nasty little condition called hypermobility – and have already had ankle surgery in 2013 and 2015 respectively. And now it seems I’m going down that road again. Please follow and like us:

  • training & racing

    The worst thing that can happen

    “What is the worst thing that can happen to you?” I asked a client this morning when we were discussing honesty and the courage to speak out when you disagree with someone. For many, getting fired is that worst thing. I don’t fear getting fired. Instead, I fear losing my family. But that’s life stuff… When it comes to training, I fear burpees. I dread them. I hate them with every fibre of my being. And while I often use anger as the motivator to help me go bigger, better and faster, nothing can help me conquer a burpee. Which brings me to the worst things that could possibly happen…

  • training & racing

    Fear & Loathing in Hout Bay

    I may have vomited a little in my mouth. Yes, that appeared to be my body’s response to the raw fear I felt when I looked at the box in front of me and realised that there was nothing smaller coming my way. It was an evening of weights, weights and more weights. And box jumps, but more on that later. On the upside, it appears I still have my mojo when it comes to hard headed persistence (thanks to years of kung fu and months and months of triathlon training). We learnt about push presses and other kinds of lifting work, which was awesome as I enjoy weight training…

  • blog post,  training & racing

    CrossFit Chronicles: On Ramp Day 1

    Compression socks: check Ankle brace: check Comfy training gear: check Buff: check Eaten enough for energy: check (worried that I may go into an energy low, I had my LCHF packed lunch… and also a crapload of Super Cs, jellybeans and half a bag of rusks. This may have been a mistake.) Dear {insert deity of choice}, please don’t let me cry, puke, pass out or die tonight. Nobody may know that I am wearing two sport bras to minimise the boobage. I’m not the praying kind but I found myself in the parking lot of the Hout Bay CrossFit Box, chatting to the old gods and the new, hoping…

  • blog post,  training & racing

    Race Report: Cape Argus Pick n Pay Momentum MTB Challenge

    I should have known. I should have known when I had to try and control Da Son’s excited nudging forward to the front of the start group, while at the same time attempting to stop Da Chick from freaking out, that this was a race that was best suited for two parents. Or perhaps two parents, two guardians, two cheerleaders, a paramedic and a back-up. But it was only Sofie and I, and I had a sinking feeling that our grand plan of me chasing the front with Da Son and Sof cruising in the back with Da Chick wasn’t going to work out. Please follow and like us:

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    No Training? No Problem! A Prime Jailbreak Triathlon Race Report

    “Are you ready?” she asked me on Thursday evening. “I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to pack the car,” I replied. Inside the house, Da Husband and Da Kids where chilling out, the house filled with the usual evening noises of a family winding down when it’s not a school night. Outside, I was checking the contents of my tri bucket, checking my wheels, triple checking that I had packed my ankle brace for running… Please follow and like us:

  • blog post,  life stuff,  training & racing

    Changing directions

    As you probably know by now, I recently left the cushy comfort of full-time employment to work as a solopreneur (or, freelancer). I wanted to walk the talk of being dedicated to my husband and children.  I wanted flexibility.  I wanted to rediscover my creative voice. As a result, you will see some changes to this site in the coming weeks and months… Please follow and like us:

  • blog post,  training & racing

    If your bad run had a voice

    I had a bad run this morning.  Bad, because I wanted to give up.  Good, because I didn’t, and ran-walked the entire 45 minutes at 99% of my body weight, conquering nausea, boredom and the voice inside my head. That little voice has many names.  Matthew Inman, the genius behind The Oatmeal calls it The Blerch. Please follow and like us: