Monthly Archives: May 2011

It ain’t pretty….


Sri Chinmoy Newport 10km.

Hubby and I both attended this one – hubby doing the 4km, me doing the 10km, with my trusty mate Andrew pacing me. I had been fairly confident that I would do a PB, and in fact get about 65minutes. The plan was to start off at 6:30km for the first half, then pick it up if possible.

First mistake (unwitting but silly) – I had my blueberry protein shake for brekky. Note to self: simple carbs before a race, nothing to muddy the chambers.

We got to Newport and I stood in the dunny line with a lovely Canadian girl about to do a half marathon. There were lots of people there, mercifully the loo lines moved quickly.

We lined up at the start at 8am, with the lovely fella on the mike asking us to “look inside ourselves”, as is tradition for a Sri C race. The 10k’ers and the 4k’ers started together. The marathoners had set off at 7:15 and the halfers set off at 8:30ish.

We started out so well, I even had to slow it down a smidge to do a 6:30km. I had the energy to have a little yap with Andrew, and managed to cheer on the passing marathoners.

We went through Willy, a perfect morning for a race – not too cold, overcast, no wind. We headed down to Point Gellibrand, rounded the oval and returned. A great first 5 or 6 km.

At about 6.5km it started to go pear shaped. First I started to feel sick. I used my mental strength not to retch. Then I couldn’t talk to Andrew.

At about 7.5km it got ugly. My breathing became fast and laboured. The sick feeling worsened. I started grunting with every breath.

At 8km I was sounding like a dying person with emphysema and Tourette’s syndrome. WheezeFuckWheezeFuckWheezeFuck. I apologised to Andrew for the filthy language, knowing he had heard my potty mouth before.

Along with the sick feeling, I had a monkey crawl onto my back. I want to stop. I can’t do the marathon. It hurts.

Duckgirl and friend passed us at a sprightly pace around then. DG was doing the marathon. Freaky girl. DG asked me how I was going. I wheezed in reply “fucking awful”.

At 8.5 or so km, I stopped and had a good heave, but nothing came out. I walked for about 15 seconds and then carried on.

Andrew, bless him, recited me a quote of Lance Armstrong, saying “pain is temporary, quitting lasts forever”.

Then I “manned up” and thought of part of a poem that I had saved up for occasions just as this one.

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

That’s from my favourite poem, If.

Sends shivers down your spine, doesn’t it?

At the 9km mark, I tried to pick it up, and tried the other trick of imagining Shannan yelling at me “everything you’ve got!!” Unfortunately at 9.5km there was a little incline and at that stage I did not even have the energy to spare.

We hustled down the track to the finish line. Hubby was there cheering me on. I was absolutely spent at the end. I did not even have the energy to queue for the pancakes!.

I really did give it everything I had. Without Andrew there, I would have been walking, or withdrawing.

I think I made it in around PB time (67 minutes), perhaps just under.

It was not as fast as I wanted it, but I refuse to be disappointed in myself. I have had a great improvement recently and I am bound to plateau in parts. There will be other 10km races. I will get to my 60 minute 10km goal, eventually, and this has strengthened my resolve to get there.

The plan: more speed and tempo work. And nothing but simple carbs for brekky.

Big hugs to AJH, for his support.

Official time pending.

Addit: Official time 66:55 – a 5 second PB!


This one is for Em.


I heard this song on my car radio on the way home from dinner out with Em.

This one is for you, girlfriend.

It is insanely catchy and a good pace and probably appropriate.

Dubai and Singapore


On my own, for 12 days.

I set of the weekend after next.

Because I can.

bloody good session with the trainer, lots of sprints, was able to keep shoulder to shoulder to him up the final hill.

10km time trial Fri…..eeeek.

Then Sri Chinmoy event on Sunday.


……and that’s the good news.


After a while of ignorance, I have bought some scales. I knew I was losing weight, the pants were getting looser, running more easy. Pants never, ever lie, and running is hard to fool too.

Many pennies have dropped regarding my eating and exercise. I have had some very major healthy realisations recently. Like the world won’t end if I get hungry/don’t have potatoes at dinner/pass up on dessert/miss a workout. I have realised that food is there for nutrition, sometimes for nurturing, to be enjoyed not abused. I have realised that exercise is a goal in itself and not just a way to negate food.

My weight at the beginning of the year: 78kg. My weight now: 72.2kg. Waist circumference is down to 76 cm. All while enjoying my food, a bit of wine, and ramping up the exercise to a challenge and adding an exercise related goal, and building on it (10km to marathon).

I am very proud of myself. I have confidence around food. I have put on a pair of jeans that I bought ages ago, they fit now, but alas, with the trendy brand, the cut is not great on me.

Yet with all these food and weight related pennies dropping, pennies of other themes have been falling too.

These are massive pennies. Frisbee size, in fact.

I have made some very big realisations recently. Huge. Not really pleasant, in fact not at all. It has been one of the hardest weeks ever, this past week.

It is really far too huge to put on this blog.

I have engaged in some old-skool face to face action with my friends, not chatting on facebook. In fact, I have banished it. For me, it has had a quite insidiously erosive effect on my relationships. I need to keep things real.

The blog is important, I love you guys, and I will post a bit. I have been writing things that I keep to myself and a close friend. So I am getting things out, in my own way. I enjoy reading and engaging with your blogs, your lives, but I bet there are some things you keep close to your heart, too.

I am in.


I have paid for my London Marathon Berth, and it is going ahead. This is exciting.

I need excitement and lots of positive things to focus on at the moment, because now is a time of real, significant, scary upheaval. Here is not the place for detail.

I will be fine but it’s gonna be rough.

Addit 2300: I submitted my paper to a journal! Yay! hope they accept it!

Sydney Interlude.


Every year, I do a teaching session in Sydney with a group. We teach physician trainees how to do the clinical exam. We also do the same in Melbourne the week before. Year after year, the Melb trainees are better than the Syd trainees. There were many facepalm moments yesterday, so there was lots of debriefing in the car on the way back to the hotel (Four Seasons). Luckily we had a nice dinner out at Bel Monde, as per usual with lots of grog. The choc fondant dessert was to die for, the rest of it was …….ok, good but forgettable.

I slept poorly despite the very comfy bed. I woke up at 2, 3 5 and 6:15. I laid in bed and then got up and looked through the window: sunrise over the opera house. Magnificent. I saw the Sydney half marathoners, first the wheelchair athletes, then the front runners. I was then inspired to go to the gym at the hotel, which was nice, cool and smelled like expensive aromatherapy rather than stale sweat. It also had tvs attached to the cardio machines, but there was only crap on telly. I did a good sweat/detox, drank loads of water and herbal tea, and felt energised.

Later, we met up with Andy and Beki – the former had just run a blistering half marathon. Andy graciously picked us up in the city and took us to their pad in Rose Bay – very swanky suburb. We had a lovely brekky and a good chat.

After that, we went to see the Archibald Prize exhibition, the winner, a portrait of Margaret Ollie, was just gorgeous.

We went to the Lindt cafe for snack/lunch – yummm. And then the plane home, during which time I had a satisfying snooze. Now home with dog lying on my feet keeping them warm. I am glad to be home, but could do with another few days weekend.

Doing speed.


No, not the amphetamine made in a dodgy kitchen version.

I have been making a foray into the sub 6 minute km.

Yesterday – did a 5:38 minute km outside, which I was proud of, as I had a severe case of tummy pain (bloating) at 3am, just a few hours before the run.

Today, I was determined to do a 5 minute km on the tready at the gym. It hurt. Mostly, it was a burning in my lungs. I thought “just do this, you have the whole day to recover”.

I did it. I am happy and know I will be able to do better. Not in a “jeez I should have run faster” kind of way. I am just more confident now, in my running and in general.