Triathlon fever

Well chums, who would have thought- I’ve been bitten by the bug and have triathlon fever, big time!

Today was my first taste- a corporate tri, where I did the bike leg with these wonderful people

It was hard – very, very hard.  Probs the hardest thing I have ever done. 35 degrees, raging humidity, considering we are in the desert, and a fecking head wind on the way home that would have cleaved corn, as my mother would have said.  And hilly, bloody hilly bike leg.  I vomited twice. yup, had to stop the bike, and hurl at the side of the road.  How charming. my legs were like jelly, and my lungs still are not right, but, guess what – I fucking did it.  20km, done.

The home leg was seriously awful, but once I smelt the sausage sizzle from about 1km out, this fat girl was all but home.  When I finished, it was far from pretty.  I truly didn’t have the energy left to get off the bike, and had some help from my coach, who was also a steward. Then it was all down hill, into transition, and all done.

I could barely breathe, and felt really sick, but a lovely lady gave me some lemonade (she had vomited too:)) and I felt heaps better.  I cant tell you the feeling when so many of my team were cheering me on, and I heard my voice announced that I had done my leg – It was brilliant. I have been so bitten by the bug, thanks to these wonderful people

The best coach in the world is on the left of the photo.  She not only did the run leg for one team, but saw my team’s runner was suffering so ran another lap with her. She is a truly wonderful human, and I am so blessed to have met her.

This mob are the very best, and I will be training with them for the next nine weeks to get to the point where I can do my very own sprint distance by myself.

I apologies If I am not so full of my witty repartee this evening, but I am totally buggered. In the best possible way.

Bitten by the bug chums, bitten 🙂

Talk soon,

BN xx

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

Arthur Itis, where have you gone?

Afternoon Chums,

 

I may have mentioned before that I have I had arthritis.  Five knee surgeries, pain and bony nastiness in my fingers, and it was spreading to my shoulders and elbows.  I was on constant pain relief and sometimes strong anti inflammatories as well.

Well, a strange thing has happened since I took up all this healthy living malarkey. Arthur has gone.  Not completely gone, but minimal pain in the fingers, and the rest of the old joints are young again. No more Arthur Itis.

So how did this happen? Can’t say for sure if it was one thing, or a combination, but here are the things I believe have done it, and how you can too.

Of course, I’m no expert, so I cannot guarantee that this will work for you too, but shit – its worth a go!!

  1. Stop eating crap.

If its in a packet – don’t buy it or eat it.  This basic advice saves scouring the shelves for “healthy” alternatives and reading ingredient lists in supermarket aisles.  A little bit of research will show you that the crap thats in this food is not a good option.  Most of it is man made, mass produced and stuff like flavourings are a long long way down the food chain from the original article. Don’t waste your time or money.

If its packaged, forget it.

2.  Stop eating sugar.

I know, another negative, but processed refined sugar is really the same as item 1.  Its in a packet so forget it. Sugar does so much harm to your body its not even funny, and has been proven to increase the bodies inflammatory processes. You can find out the truth about sugar here: https://iquitsugar.com/

3.  Eat not the wheat.

For me – this is the hardest thing to do. I love bread, pasta tortillas etc etc, and the alternatives have been hard to find, but so well worth it.

I can honestly say, in my experience, this is the one immediate thing that I can see and feel a difference with.  If I have a bowl of spaghetti, or tacos or something with wheat, I will suffer the very next day.  Not only bloating and gut problems, but my joints will be crying at me to stop.

There are heaps of proper research articles on this, and its all about the protein in wheat and how it effects your gut.  This particular article is simple to read, and says it all:

http://www.wheatbellyblog.com/2015/05/lose-the-wheat-and-grains-lose-the-inflammation/

4.  Eat real food.

So if you cant eat it out of a packet – make it yourself.  Fresh food is the best – but you already knew that, didn’t you…….

Its not that hard, not that boring, and really quite fun once you get into the way of it.  I do a reasonably sized cook up once a week, and always make more than I need, so I have leftovers. I keep the cut off parts of veggies when I prepare them, and boil the shit out of them with either the carcass from a roast chicken, or soup bones, or just some herbs to make stock to flavour later meals.  This gets frozen, so its just as easy as a stock cube, and gives heaps more flavour. Minimal effort, maximum gain.

5. Exercise.

Another no brainer, but its essential.  Really really essential.  Theres nothing as bad as immobile joints, left sitting in a chair for years on end and then trying to get the buggers going again. I know, I’ve stopped and started exercise so many times, but not this time – this time is for life.  Even if all you can muster is a wee wander around the yard, or up and down the driveway, lace up those shoes and do it.  Push it a little more each time, and trust me, you will feel the difference.  You will feel better, and by God, you will look better, and who doesn’t want that!!

If you need any further encouragement, I can highly recommend this website, and associated books. No they don’t pay me, you realise its just the two of us here, right?  No one reads this shit but me lol!!

The younger next year for wimmin is really funny, and tells it like it is. You can grow old slowly and nastily, or you can be younger next year.  Thats about it.  Check it out here: http://youngernextyear.com/

Over the next few weeks I’ll share some of my tips and tricks for getting the most out of your food – how to cook up a storm and not use packets, and more about healing your gut. My new research topic.

Cheers for now,

BN xx

 

Mutton dressed as mutton – Fashion for the over 50’s.

Good afternoon chums,

This journey of weight loss and fitness has made me very aware of many things, and at the minute another one of my all consuming passions is fashion. Particularly for us old ducks. What the well dressed Nang is wearing these days.

Now I’m not one for comfy shoes and twin sets and pearls, but much prefer edgy, up to date fashion which will not make us oldies look like mutton dressed as lamb, but rather mutton dressed as mutton.

Think punk meets killer heels meets cover the gut layers.

To this end, and having looked at many many blogs aimed at over 50’s, I shall not burden you with photos of me wearing pretty frocks and loafers.  Instead, I will share some ideas and photos of inspiring women wearing inspirational clothes.  Please join me on Pinterest here: https://au.pinterest.com/bignangsblog/over-50-style/

Talk soon,

BN xx

 

 

Heal thyself

Afternoon chums,

back in the training zone today, with a bit of a shuffle round the streets this morning.  Was quite happy with my fitness, and although it was as hot as hell, it was great to be out “running” again.  Shite pace, and could have been overtaken at any time by old folk on wheeled walkers, but I was out and doing it, which is something.  Only 94 days till Dirt and Dust, so every little shuffle counts.

The remainder of my day has been spent trying to get back on the healthy eating bandwagon, after a sugar and alcohol fuelled Christmas.

As I mentioned in earlier posts, I am obsessed with quitting sugar, and eating real food, and today have been blown away by my new book Simplicious by Sarah Wilson.http://sarahwilson.com

Its just the best thing I think I have ever read.  Its not only about eating real, healthy food, but about not wasting anything, and using all the leftovers, so you get into a vibe of making your own stocks and bits and pieces for awesome nutritious meals. Honestly, it is such a good read, and I’m only at page 54 🙂

Do yourself a favour and buy it here:  https://store.iquitsugar.com/

It really has inspired me to eat more sustainably as well as healthily, so I will chuck in some foodie posts for your delectation as I get good at it.

Its also made me very interested in the concept of healing through food.  It really seems to be medicinal. I can only speak from my own experience, but being off sugar has made the arthritis symptoms heaps better, and I really noticed a difference when I did have some chocolate and treats at Christmas. It was back to pass the walking frame, rather than train for a tri.

Anyway, I’m researching frantically into why this shit works, and will pass on my musings soon.

Meantime, take care

BN xx

Hair

As an aside to all the training, and woe is me aneurysm bullshit, I have been thinking about hair.

With all this training, hair needs to be easy.  No time for a “do” when you’ve just done a full on session, and need to be somewhere else. So I am contemplating a radical chopping. To this end, I have started a pinterest board here:

https://au.pinterest.com/bignangsblog/short-hair-for-active-lifestyles/

It’s also nice to see how many older trendy wimmin have lovely hair, that doesn’t look “done” but is edgy and cool.

Its either grow the bugger long and tie it back, and all the pundits say we old folk look better with short hair, so something short and sweet might just be the go.

I’ve also been toying with going grey gracefully, or outrageously, rather than dying it and worrying about regrowth.  Its been a while since I’ve been au natural, but I reckon its nearly white by now!!  Maybe will have a go at some nice pretend grey, and grow myself into it.

All this exercise, and feeling good really makes you think about the good things in life again, like fashion and hair and thinking about really taking care of yourself.

Happy happy days.

Talk soon

BNxx

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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

Week Four

Oh my Lord,
the trainer said she was going to up the anti in week four, and I am totally unable to toilet elegantly – again. Circuit tonight – every muscle in my body is aching, and I feel like I have been run over by a Mac truck. Best be a size 10 on waking tomorrow, or will have to rethink.
Actually, I didn’t die, and I am sort of keeping up with the cool kids in the group. I have to carry a towel around, as I melt and sweat and blind myself with nasty sweatiness. But I managed an elderly version of everything, didn’t give up and reached the end.
Need panadol osteo, a magnesium and my bed.
More tomorrow when my hands will reach the keyboard more easily.

BN x