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

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