I turn fifty next year (wow I know, I'm old!) So I made a list of things I want to do in my fiftieth year of awesomeness. Number one on the list, is I want to do a marathon. And not die. In preparation for that, I have to do a half- marathon THIS year.… Continue reading The Journey begins – with Serena Williams. And chocolate eclairs.
3 months ago - I start training to do my first half-marathon. The Ironman in my house points out that I havent done a 5km. Or a 10km race. So maybe I should set smaller goals first? I ignore him. Because pffft those are so LITTLE. And EVERYBODY does those. I wanna do something big.… Continue reading I cried. Died. Then kept going..
I'm going to stop saying IM TOO SLOW TO CALL MYSELF A RUNNER…IM NOT A REAL TRIATHLETE…NO IM JUST A SLOTH SLUG… Because this week I found myself: Moving my long run to Tuesday, because I'm doing a triathlon on Saturday instead. Like, WHO EVEN AM I ?Running 10km nonstop. Since when have I done… Continue reading I’m not a sloth slug anymore.
As a writer who writes too many different things all the time – I am often asked: “Where do you find the time and the drive to write? How do you overcome writer’s ‘block’?” Such questions are a puzzle to me and so my answer is 105km and 14 hrs long… A few years ago,… Continue reading How to Become a Writer.
One woman. Running over 104km of scorching road...over jagged mountains and through expansive rainforest...can she endure? Can she summon the strength and will to battle onward? (cue kickbutt powerful theme music here) Can you see it? Can you hear it? Wouldn't it be awesome?! Last weekend, I went to support a friend of ours as… Continue reading Children are Dream-Killers
I went to Samoa in the weekend to support the Hot Man in his first ever Half-Ironman - as his watergirl. I got there late Friday night and couldn't sleep because I was so nervous about his event. Major freaking out as I ruminated over the 101 things that could possibly go wrong as my… Continue reading Adventures of a Watergirl
Follow up on my Complaining Blogpost about my Athletic Husband...He did a triathlon in Samoa on Saturday and killed it. Big Son said it best (stole this from my child's Facebook page. This is the beauty of being a #BadMother. One can Facebook stalk their child and plagiarize them and steal things from them and… Continue reading The Hot Man gets Hotter?
I used to say that the only way I could ever get a holiday from my Demented Domestic Goddess duties - was to get pregnant. Because then I would have to go live in New Zealand for a few months before and after the baby busted out because I have a small problem with sustaining… Continue reading When Your Husband Runs Away From You