Enticer- da fuck

Good evening chums,

Well, the results are in, and my bike leg of the corporate tri was 58. something minutes, i.e. less than the hour.  And all that with two vomit breaks. RESULT 🙂 I’m happy with that, and I suppose that meets a goal….. I really wanted under an hour..

So, since then, I have been training and getting strong and training and shit.  And then, my coaches (my coach Craig, his wife Vicki and my husband, Inspector gadget) have decided that I need to do the Inticer tri this weekend.  Thats 150m swim, 10km bike and 1.5km run.

Da absolute fuck…… Many reasons why not.

  1. I have never swam in open water.  Its only 150m, so the distance is not a drama, but the head in the croc infested water is a big deal- as is the fact I cant do the freestyle shizzle.
  2. I have never ridden after a swim. – probs not a drama if the crocs dont get me
  3. I have never run off the bike. So, apparently this is a big deal, and since the last effort left me unable to get of the fucking bike, never mind run thereof, I’m fucked.
  4. Back to the swim, Im not going to freestyle.  Big Nang freestyle will be just getting it done without the head in the water…..Breasting stroke for me. Head up, granny like, and fuck the world 🙂
  5. The run is up a hill. Coach says I can walk it, but – really, with my competitive head. Thats not gunna happen. I shall probs do a hammy on the first 20m.
  6. Its also down a hill, which could fuck a knee or two, or just make me feel better because my shuffle will perhaps resemble a jog. (visualizes trotting through the finish like a young gizelle- then pisses self laughing at the visual….)
  7. Im a lazy cunt.
  8. I’d rather not bother
  9. I’m shamed to come last
  10. referring to (9) – I reckon that if I lurk around the waters and shit, peeps viewing might mistake me for a sprint distance athlete. In other words, I may not actually finish last.

So, thats it, shitting copious pants, yet again, and wondering why I didnt take up fucking knitting……….

Alarm set for crow pish (so early the birds are only contemplating their toileting) and bike ready on trainer for a mega sesh.

Wish me luck, and I’ll keep you all informed of progress.

Talk soon,BN xxx

Race day minus 2

Well, chums, its nearly Race Day.

I signed up for a corporate tri just after the last round of exercise, and it seemed like a really good idea at the time.  Now its race day on Saturday and I am shitting my padded cycling pants. I’ve never even done 20km, and its going to be 42 degrees.  Thats celsius for our non metric chums. Da Fuck….

And I have not been on the road, since the nasty bike stacking incident.

Luckily I have my awesome coaches to step in and sort out my shit.

This week is week two in the Vitalize fitness and I’m loving it again.  The program Vicki has written me for Dirt n Dust is hard, but good, and my lovely husband is on board – physically throwing me out of bed this morning for a run.  Bastard.

And this evening, Craig used our PT session for a lesson in using cleats (clippy things that are likely to get stuck and make you fall off if left to the uninitiated) and how to do transition (getting from swimming to on the bike and riding into the sunset).  It was just brilliant.  That man can turn my head from thinking I’m a fat old fucker that has no business in this triathlon malarkey, to a fit honed goddess of advanced years, who can ride a bike and do the clippy things and do anything.  He is severely gifted.

So my stress levels for Saturday are a lot less, and I’m sort of looking forward to my first competitive event in a while.  Well, in years…… well ever really.  Fucking hell, Am I ready????

In other news, I could literally eat all day, I’m STARVING!! but coach says it normal and because I havent doubled up on exercise (morning and evening) for years!!

So I’m away to eat the entire contents of me fridge, and have some magnesium and panadol osteo for me joints, and sleep like a baby.

I shall update you all on the tri.  Wish me well.

Talk soon,

BN xx

Oh merrr geerd

Sixty Five days.  Da absolute fuck.  Am totally unprepared, but as keen as fucking mustard.

OK so training program has not gone according to plan……Took rest day yesterday because dropped drawer on toe and couldn’t get shoe on.  I swear some fuck is sticking pins in a voodoo doll.

Now today was just a swim on the program.  Drove to pool, freaked out – millions of cars (probs 10) millions of people (probs 30) and I had major anxiety and drove home. I think it was kids swim lessons or something, the pool in Mount Isa would seldom have seen such traffic. Anyhoo, not for me just yet.

In other news, I was so cross with myself, I did 30 mins on bike at very hard gearing thingo.  The poor trainer was straining under the pressure. I had to do something.  That was tomorrow’s exercise, so I have swapped, and am getting up early to swim.

Chums, kick my virtual ass, and make me do this……

What the fuck is wrong with me and the lack of get up and go???????????

I’ve got up and gone 🙁

Talk soon,BN xxx

Tri, Tri Tri again

Evening all,

This was to be a triathlon training update, but……I can say “evening all” now because I have gone viral.  Well, viral for me, one visitor.  Thank you, whoever you are for visiting, and making my entire year thus far.  ONE VISIT. Fucking YAY!! Hope you are staying tuned, because its just me and thee…..

Anyhoo, back at Dirty Dusty triathlon training HQ (any other new folk may need to rewind and realise that despite the witty repartee, there is a serious (Feck) triathlon training shizzle happening behind all this humour and all round lovely blogness.

Today was this

Every time I do this, I fail miserably. Well, only at the freestyle head turning and not drowning thang. I can do the breasting stroke beautifully, but slowly, and have real trouble breathing with the crawling malarky. SO I came home all pissed off and unsure of whether I will even continue etc etc.

But do you know what chums?  This time I wont give up.  I reckon its going to be a bit like this

Loads of people and weedy, dirty, nasty water, where no one will notice me breast stroking slowly along.

I’m doing this for me.  Not a medal, not to win. For me.  Just to finish and the accomplishment of something huge. So I’m not getting disheartened, just carrying on with the training.

And the feckers had best be getting out of my way when I get on the bike. Seriously, I will run over them. It shall be my best leg, and I will go like the clappers of shite to make up time 🙂

In other news, I have been cooking up a storm of healthy foods today, and will continue tomorrow.  Will take some self indulgent photos to show you all (well, just the one of you). Its back to work on Monday, so need to be prepared.

So, all in all, another great day, except for the swimmings, but nothing that can’t be fixed.  Off to beds now, one more day of holidays, and hopefully a big ride on the bike.

Talk soon,

Take care,BN xx

Keeping it real

Hello again,
I survived the nasty post exercise muscle fatigue and lived to exercise another day. Note to self, must stop catastrophizing (is that even a word?) In fact, was feeling so up and out there, I went for a swim after work today.
Big goal. Big Nang at the local pool. Have put this off for weeks now, because of phobia of someone seeing me, and my cloak of invisibility not working.
But today, I did it.
Got changed in work, so arrived at pool with work clothes over capacious cozzie. Scoured the area, waited for everyone to swim in the other direction, and got the gear off and into the pool in absolute record time. No flabby skin on show for more than a nano second.
Now, when I say swim, I mean head above the water, breast strokeish movements, and 4 minutes to get there and back. I timed myself, like a true professional athlete.
I bought a swim cap, to look the part, and some very cheap goggles, in pink, for that trendy edge, so donned them while hiding bulky frame underwater. I was aiming to do the proper breasty strokey head under water shit, but only did it a couple of times, and then got freaky. I am not a fan of head in the water. So I decided to take off the goggles, and a lens popped out, so pulled them off and shoved them down me front, where they remained for the rest of the swim.
I actually did there and back five times, and its a big pool, so was quite pleased. On both sides were people who can do the front crawling shizzle. They lapped me frequently in their effortless speediness there and back. I really need someone to teach me to do that, but my studies of them today proved that I will have to put my head in the water, and leave it there. Fuck.
So I came home to continue the study on the trusty interwebs. And Chums, I have found the loveliest swim coach on the you tubes. Go and get a load of this wan……..https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXgh56kisTg especially at the beginning when he’s out of the water. Oh Err Missus. All accent and muscles and shit. And he told me not to stress, and three steps and I can do it.

Might have to watch him tomorrow again to make sure I didn’t miss any salient points, or a couple of his muscles 🙂

So, my friends, another goal and another hole in the bucket to fix – Swimmings.

Luckily we have a pool, but its a bit chilly yet.  Soon I shall be able to emulate my new coach in the privacy of my back yard, and not do the walk of shame back to the towel.  That was another disaster.  I couldn’t leap like a young gazelle out of the pool, so had to hold my nose and duck under them lane marker things, and climb up the disabled stairs.  God forgive me, but I limped, just to take the bad look off it.

So another day, and another goal done – and another one discovered.

Tomorrow is personal training day, and group session at the hills.  I’ll take a photo to prove it.

All in all a bloody good day.

Take Care,

BN x