New name, new ideas.

The beginning..
As many of you know, I have been a bit all over the place this last few months. Running has hit an all time low after an amazing year. Injury, unsure of where I’m going and what I want to achieve.
I’ve had such an amazing run (pun totally intended) over the last three years and while it doesn’t need to stop I have needed to re-asses the activities I am partaking in.  Genetics plays such an important part of how we do things, and while my running has slowed down several things I know that the things in my jeans genes will inevitably cause me to slow down that particular action.
I have always known (just been too lazy to really do anything about it) that I should be doing more than just running – more stretches, other sports etc – and after everything I have read, those that do several different sports or gym classes are less prone to injury. Yes, this is a very sweeping statement, but they start from some truth somewhere.


According to my husband I have taken to this cycling thing like a duck to water (my words, his thoughts), he is crazy proud of how well I’m doing, and enjoying it.  I always had a bike growing up, loved riding it, rode it everywhere. Insert the usual story of kids and moving around and I lost fitness, thoughts of doing much of anything and cycling never really came into the equation.
Somewhere in the last ten or so years we picked up another bike for me and I rode it ocassionally, but my knees screamed at me, like seriously hurt, so I just stopped riding. The pain was too much, even a gentle slope was agony.  I used to joke I can run but not ride bikes. My knees hurt.  I then did a session with a PT and she showed me how I should be riding a bike…ahh, it all made sense. I still didn’t get on my bike.
Fast forward a few more years and we are here where I am today. Proud owner of a super cool bike and itching each day to get out and ride.  Like I said to my co-worker who questioned my ‘you always said you hated riding and wouldn’t do it’ notion – when you get a correct fit and the right size bike, it all falls into place. It becomes a dream to ride.  Cycling will also help my legs, which follows through to my running, become stronger. And that can only be a good thing, right?

Running & other stuff
So, you think that now I’m cycling I’m not going to run anymore..ahh, not on your life. I still want to run, there is a certain freedom to just getting out there and going for it. Also, I can still indulge my new found enjoyment of trail type runs which I cannot cycle with a fang dangy road bike.
The immediate future is me working on running again (thank you mr Physio) with two races straight up in Jan and Feb of 2019.
My next visit I will be asking the Physio if I can start again as I don’t want to miss my first race (the fourth race of four years for the Cadbury series* – my term there).
After several discussions with hubby I will be taking it easy next year, doing races as I feel like it, if there are spaces available when the time comes and not having it all planned out. Ride my bike, work on general fitness – pilates class and hopefully boxing – and seriously do my strength work. 
Having seen the results from the leg test at the Physio  has made me realise how much can be gained from just one simple exercise.
My big race next year is a 25k trail run in April – one that I definitely want to achieve. 
It will be a big year but we will ride it out together, have a great run…

The name
I love to eat. Simple. After exercise is a good time to do it. After all isn’t what we do these things for. So we can eat All The Food.
I have changed my Instagram gram to reflect this also. 
I run. I ride. I eat. I love a good food shot, I love plating up a sexy meal – and yes food can be incredibly sexy. 
I want to add in the food aspect of my running and riding, more that just food in general. While I do love a good bag of chips, I am pretty healthy otherwise, so this will not become about what you should or shouldn’t eat (we all know the rules), but more about my journey with food and how it works with my body**.

**I have noticed a huge difference already with my non running than to when I am getting out and running consistently.
*Cadbury series – four races over 4 years. 5k 10k, Half and Full marathon. Next year is the final for me in the 5k run. Although I never actually finished the marathon, I got more than half way and they allowed me a medal. 

The injured break

We take breaks from running for all sorts of reason. We get busy, go on holidays, are sick, the family are sick, work is overloading us, we lose our ‘mojo’ or for most of us, the worst thing that stops us running…is injury. Because this usually means a forced stop, we often have mixed feelings about it. Our mojo, our wanting to run can still be there, yet, we have to not do the thing we love.
It can be a very emotional time. We struggle with our feelings of failure, of the what ifs, the why didn’t I’s. We think about all the things we know we should have done, the exercises that could have prevented it. But what if something happens that is hard to prevent, an injury that may or may not happen. Something that you can’t prepare.

What if we just go about our business with no idea we are doing ourselves harm until it is too late and then sit on said injury for maybe too long before realising it is slightly more serious than tight hamstrings or a sore glute.

Such a thing has sidelined me for at least two weeks. And it hit home hard. I had felt the pinch for a few months but did nothing about it. I finally went off to the physio to see what she could do. Nothing as it turned out. I was not at all impressed with her diagnosis, (even though she kind of got it right), no actual proper term was mentioned, only a pfaff about answer and exercises which I believe were not going to work. I paid, said my thank you’s and off I went.

The next day I asked my brains trust (running group on Fb (of 30,000 women) where there is always more than one person who has had an infliction at some point) for their thoughts.
Several answers came back so off I went to do some research. Now I had an idea of what it was, everything I read made sense. It was like I could have written it if I had a better way with words and knew all the scientific names for things. 
It turns out I had Proximal Hamstring Tendinopathy. A real pain in the butt. Literally and figuratively.

A friend had recommended her physio so I rang and booked in to see if I could get some definitive answers.
Well, the man brought tears to my eyes, but in my head I knew it was the right thing.

After a short conversation and a couple of tests I had my answer.  
I knew deep down I would most likely have to cool right back or stop running. 
I knew it would be hard work, after my ITB. 
I didn’t want to accept it. I didn’t want to feel like a failure. I didn’t want to accept that I am not as young as I was. I didn’t want to stop. Simple. And right at the point where I was thinking about the new direction I was heading.
I did know though, this was part of the catalyst for the new direction.
I wasn’t expecting it to hurt like it did.
I could feel the emotions welling up, I could feel the sting of tears. 
I was all good until he said those words – “…no running for two weeks…”
Walking is fine, but if it hurts, then stop.
That was the end of me. 
Where I live is not exactly a flat place so I now have to drive everywhere, even to go for a simple walk. My street is steep, my driveway is steep.
I cried all over him. 
It was horrible.
I paid up, made my next booking and sat in the car.
Sombre. Feeling sorry for myself. Pity party for one.
Sent hubby a message.
Then pulled up my big girl panties and drove home.

I have one exercise to do. That’s it. One. Three sets, three times a day every third day.
I’ve done my first day. It was intense. A half hour for each session. 
I will do my two weeks of exercise. I will get stronger. I will continue to run. I will be stronger on my return. 
It’s not the end of the world. I still have my health, I am still capable of doing so much physically. 

I have one job – one exercise. for two weeks. 

The point of this is that we all have days, weeks, sometimes months, where we cannot run for what ever reasons.
We can throw ourselves pity parties as much as we want. It wont get us anywhere. Just further down in the dumps about whatever the predicament is. Why bother, so long as you are upright, breathing and have relative good health, there is nothing to bitch about. two days ago I wouldn’t have been able to write this, I was still in party mode. Yesterday I concentrated on getting my reps done. Properly.
Today, I have collected my thoughts, and put it all in perspective. I AM healthy. I CAN still do exercise. This is just a BUMP in the road. 
So while we all go through the motions of denial, anger and then sadness when we get injured, we have to pick ourselves up and get back on the horse.  Don’t be scared. Work through the pain. Come back stronger than before.
That’s my plan.

What injuries have you had that have put a stop to your training. How long were you out of action for?

(bad) Food! and exercise

I have a really good appetite.  I love food. Good food, Bad food.  Pretty much all food. I’m not overly fussy when it comes to eating. Give me a super sized steak and I’ll demolish it in no time. Complete with lashings of hot mustard.  I like desserts, but it’s not a sweet tooth I have but rather a salty one.  It’s the savoury (usually bad) stuff that rocks my boat. Tacos and nachos.  A bag of spicy crisps and a tub of sour cream..oh, I’m sorry, did you want me to share? Chips and dip full stop.  A decent pizza.  A block or two (who am I kidding, the whole platter please) of cheese and a bottle of wine and I’m a happy girl.

Back in the day I could eat what I wanted and it was no issue. Now, 20 years and 3 kids into the future, my metabolism has changed. I do still try though sometimes.

This is partly why I am doing Weight Watchers. Again. I need to lose weight. To change my eating habits. To kick-start the self-control, the discipline.  The good thing (for the most part) is that once I have a thought in my head of what I want to do, I can just get on and do it. I want to lose weight and get fit. Consider it sorted.
In 10 weeks I’ve lost a dress size and if I’m being honest but not modest, am looking pretty damned good. I still have a few more kilos to go, and am working hard to get there with no more gains, no matter how small the loss may be.
Reading this back and seeing the list of food up there ^, you could be forgiven for thinking I was a junk food fanatic that has had to undergo a huge change. Not so much. I love those foods, but know how to do the whole moderation thing. I just reach for those before a chocolate tis all. I love my veges and a good salad. Fruit and yoghurt.  Water is a hard thing for me to drink. I always have one or two after my runs, but have trouble outside of that.
For most of us, especially for those  who eat well generally, the problem lies with portion size. A little more of this, a little more of that. What doesn’t look too much in the spoon becomes a whole lot on the plate. And then we feel compelled to eat it all. And before we know it we have put on a few kilos, or a lot.
It’s really not that hard to control this. More veges and lean meats, less of the carbs. Grain bread, and things like cheese and chocolates in moderation. I find it easy enough, like I said, once I get it in my head, consider it done.
I was grumbling about my knee last night and having to go back to the chiropractor to get my ankle looked at (long story, but I’ll tell it another day. Just understand the knee problem is actually the ankle) and hubby said maybe I should stop running if I can’t do a 5 or 10k without the pain.
He said with all my exercises on the wall and a good diet, I should be able to keep trim. And that is true.
I said I wanted more than just losing weight and being slim. And I love the running. The endorphins. The accomplishment. The hard work and pain that comes with it.

                                                       I wanted to be fit and strong. Lean and healthy.

Not just lean, muscly and healthy.

So I continue on. I eat properly. I exercise regularly. And enjoy feeling my body getting stronger, fitter, healthier.
Tonight is weigh in and I will update my progress page with the details.