December 2, 2013
24 was letting go, letting go of all that I thought I controlled and choosing instead to try and control my response to life and all that it threw at me.
24 was new family, finding Warren's father and his beautiful big family that had been there all along, just waiting for Warren to find his way back to them. It was new sisters and a new little brother, new grand parents whose love pours out of them in smses and huge meals, kisses and tears. It was aunts that cheer and cousins that hug and giggle. A new father and step mother who look on with love.
24 was breaking and rebuilding, stripping down and finding something new to grow. New dreams, more love.
24 was tears, happy and sad.
24 was a wedding, for a best friend, who I stood next to as she said her vows, just as she did for me.
So 25, means more love, adventures to be planned, friends to be loved, family to make memories with, a new home to find, a job to build on. 25 means standing on sure feet on the knowledge that love has and always will conquer all.
October 25, 2013
There were a few little things that I think were key to coming back to running and feeling amazing, not medical just purely what worked for me:
1. Pilates, from the second week I started gentle stretching and a variety of gentle Pilates exercises to keep the muscles around my knee flexible but never pushed so far as to be in any serious pain.
October 11, 2013
The laughing started from the first hello and there were few moments over the five days where we weren’t laughing. Warren, my brother Rory, our friend Dave and Ross (the groom) are old school friends and my brother and I grew up with Ross. So many funny stories were told over again and our little trip into what is fondly known in P.E. as gun town (yes it was a township) was told to everyone who we ate or drank with all weekend.The wedding was perfect, just outside of P.E; a picnic, a sit down dinner and a bonfire- Ross and Shyna really tried to make their day perfect and memorable for all their guests and it truly was. A little run on the beach on the Sunday after the wedding (insert knee injury and tears here), a spit braai, a trip to Jeffrey’s bay for the day and one last dinner all together promising to not wait another three or four years to see each other and it all ended as quickly as it began.
Port Elizabeth was beautiful, but I think mostly because of the people we shared it with.
September 30, 2013
Trail running in Port Elizabeth with my husband, brother and a friend I fell, my first fall ever on a run. My knee made a horrible sound, the pain beyond words (just lots of screaming) and with my husband carrying me the 3.5kms back to the car ends the tail of my first injury. I've never been injured, never needed to rely on people just to get around and its a pride killer!
I'm back to walking but knees are apparently serious things to injure and so running and cycling are out of the question, and I'm not really sure for how long. Thanks to my new pilates job (another post unpublished) I plan to start rehab on the knee soon.
One little bad step and the things I love to do, my passion is no longer an option. I'm kind of scrambling with how deal with this, watching others train and feeling stuck, trapped.
So thats where I am, in a little bit of silence.
How do you cope with Injury?
August 28, 2013
I've worked pretty hard over the last couple years at balancing all these parts of my life, I don't have down, but I have managed to weave together my fitness routine and time with friends and family and its created a pretty little pattern that makes me so happy and content, so here's a few suggestions on how to make it happen.
1. WORK TOGETHER, the photo above is me with some of my family at a fitness event, this worked because we chose to do this together. We choose at every opportunity to get fit together. This mostly started last year when we started triathlon training, we all had to train so we turned it into something we did together. We would all drive out somewhere to cycle and then have lunch together afterwards. We motivated each other and we grew closer.
2. FRIENDS WHO RUN TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER. I've mentioned my friend Jess many times, and maybe Chris? But there are many more, I'm talking about my friends who take the time to come for a run with me. Yes it takes a little more scheduling but running with a friend is so much better than just the average cup of coffee, you fight physical battles together and on the days you're feeling a little low they cheer you on. Organize a little better, maybe you start with walking but let this be your quality time with a friend!
5. MAKE IT AN EVENT. I love the current running culture, with colour runs and glow runs and night runs, fitness has become an event. Grab your family and go to a mountain bike park together, pack a picnice. Or go to a run event, make a day of it. Meet friends at a night run and stay for drinks afterwards, these memories stand out, they make life fuller somehow because they feed body and soul.
Karen did this with her girls, looked pretty awesome.
I work pretty hard to create a healthy lifestyle for myself but to be there for everyone in my life. Yes combining the two takes a little more work, but the bonds that are formed will be worth it.
P.S. If you want to read on exercising with your kids Grace does it best:)
Also, if you're picking up errors on the post- blogger won't let me edit for some reason, anyone know how to fix this?
August 16, 2013
The most common way people do this is with music, we put our head phones in and we choose to listen to the words and the beat and we hope it drowns out the cries from our legs and lungs saying please can I stop now. I ran with music for a long time and could never understand people who ran without it, how did they manage an hour on the road with nothing to distract them, with no hard beats to drive them up the hills or flowing indie rock to take them through the long stretchs of flat road. Somewhere in the midst of training for my first triathlon last year I realised that what I needed wasn't a distraction, I needed to realise that my mind and body are working together, to find a peaceful state of mind where I could work through each physical wall that my body hit and simultaneously work through mental ones. Once I could do that distance and time seemed less of an issue.
THE PHYSICAL WALL- My friend Jess had started running with myself and some other friends, but every 1km or so she would stop and walk. One day just the two of us I told her we were going to run side by side the whole way. I spoke to her from the start and told her what her body would be saying, when we hit a hill mid-way I would say your legs are tired now, you need to run through this wall so your body can release endorphins so you can keep going, I cheered her on, I put words to what she was experiencing physically and somehow this allowed her to overcome physical boundaries. I learnt to acknowledge how my body felt, know when I was almost at a limit and realise my body would give me what I needed to continue if I could just push through that physical wall.
THE MENTAL MARATHON- running is a release for me, after a very stressful day a run somehow restores me to a happy mental state (thank you endorphins). Innitially running with music I found calmer music actually helped me keep my heart rate down so I could run for longer, and it calmed my thoughts. Then learning to run without music I realised that I could treat a route as a sort of mental sorting system- the first little hill is mostly physical, my body wakes up and I'm aware of each muscle, my heart beat, the air in my lungs. Then as we start to hit a long stretch I relax, instead of trying to escape I work through things, I use the quiet to put things in perspective, to realise what is important and what isnt, the up hills pushing my muscles I work through the hard stuff and somehow the down hills lift my soul and remind me I'm strong and capable. Not only does this process help me clean out the mental clutter but it allows my body to get into rhythem and the pain seems to dissapear and the emotion drives me. With a clear quiet mind I can see the sunset and notice the trees, I'm no longer bound by mind or body.
I may seem like I've over thought this but seen such a difference in my running when I got mind and body to work together, I need to feel in control of both to push myself harder, further.
How do you overcome the physical and mental boundaries and walls you face?
August 14, 2013
August 2, 2013
July 31, 2013
July 29, 2013
At the last possible minute, I texted Warren on Wednesday before last weekend and asked him if he was cool with me going to Durban for six days with my family, stress levels had me feeling crazy and I just decided I needed to go.
July 26, 2013
July 24, 2013
|Ko Phi Phi|
2. I'm loving Elizabeth's blog at the moment, I love reading about lives in place so different to South Africa and seeing how people live and I really love her writing style.. OF COARSE Grace's too:)
3. I'm loving writing again, I've always wanted to write and I have written so much just not "published" much and this space has given me so much freedom in the last month.
4. CHILLIES, I've always felt amazing eating chillies and my parents sort of forced us to eat them as kids, my mom always used to say U never know we could move to a chilli eating coutry tomorrow and then force you to get the curry down. My dad is a huge chilli fan and I've been loving his fresh chillies and chilli pastes lately, plus the health benefits are insane, helps to burn calories and prevent a bunch of diseases this article is just one of many that shows how good they are, seriously google chillies!
5. Spending time with family, had five days away with them, and really there is nothing better!
July 17, 2013
The first day and night in Phuket it seemed so different from what I expected, only the next day did I realise we were staying in an area of the island that is seperate from the tourists and fancy lodges. We stayed amoungst the fight camps at a place everyone called Mama's. Mama's was the place everyone came to eat in the evenings mostly because the service was so friendly and the menu had an item for any home sick soul where ever you came from. It was a tiny "lodge" with little rooms/bungalows in a messy garden, but the pool was stunning and there were zero drunk tourist types to be found.
|The Training camp|