• blog post,  training & racing

    Revenge starts here…

    Tonight at 6pm I’ll be starting my 6-month journey to Ironman 70.3 again.   You may remember how my previous attempt ended with me going for a little sleep in the ambulance and waking up in the medical tent at the finish line – followed by an ugly cry. So I’m excited to seeing some old faces and meeting new people, but I thought I should take stock of where I’m at so I can  start my 2013/2014 Embark programme with a clear mind, focused on revenge. Please follow and like us:

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    Looking Ahead (a.k.a. Escape From Robben Island)

    I’m literally counting down the days and hours until my cast comes off… Friday, 7 June @ 10am Needless to say I can already taste the freedom and smell the Veet that will be applied to get my leg silky smooth the moment I get back home. 18 days & 20 hours… probably a reasonable time to wait, hey? My patience is wearing pretty thin and I’m thinking of cunning ways to escape from this prison without anybody finding out…  Like the other day when my friend Natasha, who also happens to be a teacher at my kids’ school, told me that they use the same stuff my cast is made of…

  • blog post,  healthy living,  life stuff

    Can I Have A Slab Of Chocolate With That?

    As I walked towards our complex gate late yesterday afternoon to grab a lift with Da Husband to a joint appointment, one of the gardeners called out, “are you getting FAT?” I stopped dead in my tracks.  Did I just hear right?  Then he started walking towards me and said genially, “yeah, I thought so… you’ve gained weight.” Shocked, I muttered, “gee thanks” and opened the gate to make my escape but he would have none of that.  “Why are you saying thanks? It’s true. You are getting fat.” “Well, that’s no way to speak to a lady,” I managed to blurt out before stomping off and climbing into Da…

  • blog post,  injury,  life stuff

    My Left Foot

    It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good…

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    My outsides feel like candyfloss

    I can’t blame it on peer pressure.  It was me. All me. There was gentle encouragement though.  “Maybe it will help.”  “Maybe it will make you feel better.”  “Just imagine having no worries.  No fear. No panic.”  “It’s not cheating.” “No,” I thought.  “It’s just so wrong.  My friends won’t approve.  Da Husband will be furious. And concerned.  What if my mom finds out?  I need to research the side effects.” But I succumbed.  I took the two yellow pills.  Then another two.   And now I take two yellow pills, three times a day. They told me it’s not addictive.  That, soon, I will be able to use just one…

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    Inspiration

    After a terrible swim on Saturday that left me wheezing like a 75-year-old man with emphysema (before even swimming 100m), I spent the rest of the weekend feeling beaten, deflated and wondering whether this 70.3 dream is just one of my crazy schemes. It also involved eating leftover rainbow cake from Da Chicks birthday party and doing the ugly cry in quiet moments locked away in the bathroom. Then I started doing some research on possible reasons for my condition in the water and by sheer accident discovered the awesomeness which is swimbikemom.com. (Check out http://www.swimbikemom.com/2011/04/panic-bike-walk.html.) I’m SO inspired by her journey… So inspired that I started doing the ugly…

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    Rest Week & Time Trials

    The week’s been fairly relaxed, training-wise, as we’re enjoying a week of rest ahead of Block 3 of our training programme which, according to Steve, will be cranking things up a notch or five. In the coming weeks we’ll start to do early Friday morning swims in the Waterfront Canal (ACK!!!) and I hope that by that time the open water panic attacks would have come to an end. While we won’t be doing much training, this actually happens to be time trial week and I’m excited to see if my time’s improved in the 1km swim.  And, as it’s Da Chick’s school concert on Thursday night, I will do…

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    Happy Dance

    It’s been a tough week on the work, home and training front.  My run was slow and cumbersome.  I had (and still have) a lot of work stress.  I’m the only one in the household who isn’t sick.  So all in all, I didn’t have a lot of fun. So after a day of emotional eating (incl a slab of chocolate, a packet of chips, packet of nuts, two slices of office birthday cake and a mini doughnut I stole from a colleague’s desk – sorry Iain… that was me) I felt pretty crappy and sat in my car before our swimming session, ready to turn the ignition and go…