A wrap and a break

A wrap

Triathlon season number one is a wrap.  All up this Unsporty Woman participated in seven baby triathlons or Super Sprints as they are more accurately know this spring/summer 2016-17 season.  The swim distance is between 375 and 200m, cycle distance 10kms and run between 2kms and 3kms.

Pauly completed five including a Sprint Distance Triathlon (500m swim, 20km cycle and 5km run).  A couple of other Quackers also took to the water, cycle and run and proved that they too have triathlons in them – go Louise and Janette.

Triathlon was completely outside my comfort zone.  I’ve stressed about drowning and sharks, about crashing and cramping on the bike and about getting my wet suit off.  All that stressing wasn’t necessary.  While I did struggle with the wet suit removal all the other stressing was completely unnecessary.  And not only that I was fastest old lady on two occasions (let’s not say how large the field was – small, it was small, tiny, puny!).

Genuine place medals! Who ever would’ve thought that could happen???

The Devonport Triathlon was the final triathlon for us this season.  It was my first one swimming at a beach.  It was a little rougher than what I’ve experienced before but all up it was ok.  The ride was four laps.  This was a little worrying because I’m not good at hair-pin bends and we had to turn a total of seven times.

Looking back I’m content with how things went with my first triathlon season. Not using a GPS means that swimming, cycling and running are done according to feel.  I’ve looked at the results and have become a little faster but this I think is due to getting faster at transition rather than anything else!  My confidence and enjoyment has grown.

At the Devonport Tri I was pleased to see Sam competing in the Olympic distance event.  She is totally inspirational with how she approaches triathlon. Despite set backs with injury she just keeps on going.  Never giving up.  Debbie was also there doing her first triathlon in the baby one too.  She smoked it and was long finished before I waddled over the line.

First Triathlon season?  It’s a wrap.  A happy wrap of looking back at something I didn’t think I would be able to do and finding that I can;  and not only can I triathlon but it’s fun!  Here are some happy snaps thanks to my Mum and Dad who were cheer squad.

A break

What’s this break?  I’m taking a break from blogging for now.  For the first time in months we have a clear calendar with nothing except Launceston Running Club runs until The Great Ocean Road Marathon in May.  With all the comings and goings of farm life and things being up in the air, I’m going to take a little down time to concentrate on a few tasks that need my full attention.  The Marathon Plan is written and is up on the fridge.  Post-ITB the plan is rather loose, it’s more a guide.  The plan has been constructed to simply get me over the finish line.

Keep on running happily Dear Reader, I’ll be back in May to tell you how we all did at Great Ocean Road.

Happy running 🙂

Thanks Sam for this photo!

A multi-discipline multi-sport

Tri.  What does it mean?  It means three.






Triathlon is traditionally three sports:

  1. Swimming
  2. Cycling, and
  3. Running

These three sports are done one after the other in one event known as Triathlon.

Whoever made up this multi-sport got the name completely wrong.  I’m going to tell you why and successfully argue that Triathlon should really be called Decathlon.

Discipline 1:  Triathlon Packing

This involves much thought, preparation, time and list writing.  Without the essential triathlon gear there will be no triathloning!

  1. Swimming: cap, goggles, wet suit, conditioner for the legs and arms to make wet suit taking off easier, spray oil for the same purpose, rubber gloves to prevent finger nail damage of the wet suit, plastic bag for the easy slipping on of the feet and hands into the wet suit
  2. Cycle: bike, helmet, shoes, sunglasses
  3. Run: cap and running shoes
  4. Transition: drink, jelly beans, towel, lip balm, sun screen
  5. Carefully place all in the transition bag and place bike securely on the car.

Discipline 2:  Transition Setting Up

Lay out the gear so that it’s straightforward to get it on and get it off quickly (quickly?  Yes, quickly!).  Sounds simple but trust me it’s an art.

Discipline 3: Wet Suit Application

  1. Conditioner on legs and arms
  2. 1st foot in a plastic bag, slither into 1st wet suit leg, repeat on the other side
  3. Same process with arms
  4. Spay oil on legs and arms of suit
  5. Find someone to heave up that zip
  6. Pop on the swim cap
  7. Spit in the goggles, goggles on

Discipline 4:  Swimming

Get in water, swim for a god-awful amount of time to a distant buoy, keep swimming then eventually stagger out of water to transition thanking the gods that a) you didn’t drown and b) you didn’t become shark food.

Discipline 5:  Swim to Ride Transition

  1. Take wet suit off



The crowd looks at their watches…


The 1st competitor finishes the run…

More struggling…POP!

Yep, wet suit is off now.


  1. Put on helmet, shoes and glasses
  2. Un-rack bike and race off to the mount/dismount line

Discipline 6:  Cycle

Ride the bike out and back, round and round or whatever is required, hopefully pass a few beginners on mountain bikes.

Discipline 7:  Cycle to Run Transition

  1. Get off bike at mount/dismount line
  2. Stagger into transition
  3. Rack bike, remove helmet, put on running shoes and cap
  4. Run

Discipline 8:  Running

Stagger around the course in a posture that is reminiscent of Neanderthal man puffing and wheezing and generally looking pained.  Cross finish line. Collapse.

Discipline 9:  Transition Pack Up

After all the careful packing to get to the event, stuff everything into transition bag.  Wet stuff.  Dry stuff.  We are too stuffed to care!  Grab bike and wheel carefully (we do care about our bikes, all homage to our beautiful road bike that allowed us to zoom past the beginners on mountain bikes) put on car.  Stuff the stuff in the boot.  Drive home.

Discipline 10:  Triathlon Unpacking

Carefully and lovingly put bike away.  All other stuff just dump it down and slowly sort:

  1. Rinse wet suit and hang to dry
  2. Rinse and dry cap and goggles
  3. Rinse and put shoes to dry
  4. Shake grass and debris from transition towel, put all the disgusting salt-encrusted gear in the washing machine and wash, hang to dry. Flop on couch.  Drink coffee.  Start planning for the next triathlon because all of that was so much fun!  Post smiling happy snaps on social media!  (Delete all happy snaps that make us look like a bedraggled, homeless walrus in colourful lycra).

Triathlon?  I think not.  Decathlon is a much better name for this multi-discipline multi-sport of swimming, cycling and running known as Triathlon.







Triathlon has kept me sane this spring/summer season, it was something to focus on while my ITB healed.  At the time I wanted to be training for and doing a 64km ultra marathon.  Instead I tried at triathlon and found that I love it.  Those clouds do sometimes have silver linings.  Thank goodness for wonderful friends who look out for us and give us a shove in the right direction when it’s needed.  I’ll be forever grateful to Bruce and Janette for getting us into this wonderful sport.  If Triathlon is on your wish list don’t just wish, have a go.  If I can do this then there is no reason why you can’t have a try at triathlon too.

Today was our last triathlon for this season.  I’ll tell you about it next.

Happy running 🙂

Celebrating being able to move

The Quackers had a great day at Tassie Trail Fest yesterday.  Tassie Trail Fest is a long weekend full of running on different bush tracks around the little town of Derby.  Derby is out the back of beyond, it’s pronounced as it’s spelt as opposed to the English Darby.  Derby was a thriving tin mining area back in the 1870s and has a colourful history as a multicultural mining town as well as of boom, decline and regrowth.  There were different old, unused tracks in the bush from mining days that have been brought back to life in recent years as mountain bike tracks.  These tracks are known as Blue Derby;  they have done wonderful things for this area of our state, putting it back on the map.    Once a year they are closed off so that the trail runners can have a turn.  There are events on for each of the three days and some people take on what’s called Multiday Ultra Madness doing multiple events each day with over 90kms total for the weekend.

Today is a rare sleep-in day for Pauly and I.  Usually to get a sleep-in we have to be off the farm, but today we managed one at home.  I brought my cup of coffee to the pc to catch up on blogs before I started to tap away at this one.  First I read Sue’s post about being born to move and her recovery from an injury complete with wonderful video that is a brief capture of her story.  Next I read Joanne’s post about her plan along with her friend Helen to travel all the wonderful Canadian tracks, all 21,000kms of them!  Sue, Joanne and Helen have all had their 50th birthdays, two have had their 60th and one their 70th.  These ladies inspire me to keep on planning and moving and illustrate in living breathing ways that age is only a number.  This got me thinking about my ability to move.

Last September I hurt my knee thanks to a calf giving it a huge head butt.  It saw me off running for four months.  Most days now my knee is about 98% and I’m over the moon about this.  But my confidence with running and getting out there is only around 30%.  I refuse to give into this and have kept on going.  Last Saturday I ran a half marathon in a team for the Coles Bay Triathlon.  13kms of that was on sand that went from hardish to soft every few paces.  Agreeing to help out in the team for this event wasn’t my smartest decision.  This last week the knee has been hovering around 90 to 95%.

Going through the rehab race while battling the issues on the farm was dark.  I felt that the one thing that kept me sane had been taken away.  I felt like I would never get back to running.  Joanne has recently had a shoulder injury and now she’s off to do this amazing adventure.  Sue went through the rehab race and went on to run a marathon and got back to all the adventure and endurance sports she loves.  It’s tough and dark at the initial fazes of this rehab race and perhaps for some of us there will always be a bit of a mental thing that comes with us even though we’re rehab race finishers.

Rather than this post being about what we did yesterday at Tassie Trails, this post is a celebration of being back out there.  That mental demon called Lost Confidence hasn’t got the better of me.  It has slowed me down but hopefully in time I might be back at the pace that was my normal.  But even if I’m not, being out there and doing it is what is important to me.

Louie smoked the half yesterday in 2:34:26, Pauly took on the 44km marathon event in 6:41:41.  Janette and I ralked and wunned in 3:45:59.  We stopped to take photos and had lovely chats with the volunteers who were all friendly and encouraging.  We made friends with a lovely young couple.  He was an experienced trail runner and she was doing her first ever half marathon.  We stepped aside for many fast marathoners coming through on the narrow single laned tracks.  Some had manners and many didn’t.  In all we had a wonderful day out in the Tasmanian bush.  The scenery was stunning.

If running off-road is your thing, put Tassie Trail Fest on your list.

Now for some happy snaps!

We stayed in Bridport the night before and strolled on the beach at sunset.

…Pauly chose the couch instead of a stroll. Note the expression!

The face of a dairy farmer getting up early for a marathon. Crab mug, crabby runner.

The Quackers pre-run.

Dewey, Huey and Louie. This is the first time we had our Quacker names on our bibs.

Listening to the briefing.

Snaking around the mountain bike tracks at the start of the marathon. Much of the course was like this only steeper and rockier.

Half marathon briefing.

Another section of switchbacks.

There were hollyhocks dotted through the bush.

We had to carry compression bandages for snake bite, but the only ones we saw were of the lolly kind!  The Volunteers were LOVELY!!!!

Chivalry is not dead. Ted helping Flick with her shoe. Janette and I loved meeting these two and chatting along the way.

Oh no! Janette had a bandaid so all was ok. the big toe came off a bit worse for wear and is a lovely shade of blackish purple today.  This is the knee that the calf head butted but I’m pleased to say the fall didn’t worry it.  Pauly puts this down to all the extra strength exercises I’ve been doing.

A remnant of tin mining days.

Miss Speedy Louie loved her bush run yesterday!

Done! Sitting in our deck chairs cheering on the finishers and waiting for Pauly.

Crossing the line!  As soon as I saw Pauly on his way to the finish line I ran to the announcer to make sure he knew that Pauly was finishing the marathon.  He changed his registration from half to full less than a week ago so had a half marathon bib on.  Go Old Man!  I yelled.  And thanks to me telling the announcer, the announcer let everyone know that my Husband will be 60 this year.  I’m a very good wife!

Proud of my Husband.

True love is taking off your Husband’s shoes after a 44km marathon.

All up a wonderful day out in the bush.  It’s days like this that make the rest of the hard times we are currently facing easier.

Happy running 🙂

PS Janette spotted an echidna while she was waiting for me to catch up to her at one point.  I might be an Australian and see our wildlife frequently but I LOVE all our wonderful animals and am always excited about meeting one up close and personal.  The echidna on the other hand is hoping I will go away and leave him be.


Have you heard of an ema?  I hadn’t either until I read Debbie’s post about wishes.  An ema comes from the Japanese belief system of Shinto.  An ema is a wish.  Usually these wishes are written down on a piece of wood and placed at a shrine.  Then the spirits can come and browse and decide if they are going to grant the wish.

This week Pauly and I have put in place our next step from the farm.  Pauly often reminds me that he lands on his feet.  Looking over his life with the rolling turbulence of farm life, this is the case.  Only peole who live in towns think that country life is calm and serene.  It’s not.  We are subject to so many external factors like commodity prices and weather.  We tend to go from crisis to crisis.  It’s a wonder there is any food produced in this world.

Just as the anxiety of where we go next quelled a little, this morning a call came in completely out of the blue.  There is hope. There is light.  There is a chance that we might not have to take this next step.

Then I read Debbie’s post about wishes and I learn about emas.

Hope is a beautiful thing.  Where there is hope and dreams life is good and happy.  It’s the absence of these that make life dark and cold.

As far as drawing goes I’m a much better runner, this is a photo of my ema.  I’ve drawn a picture that represents Mother Cummings Peak and Quamby Bluff that frame our farm.  A picture of a happy little Pauly and Annie – Pauly in his beanie and gumboots and me with a pony tail and gum boots finishing off with a drawing of a beautiful dairy cow.  My ema is that we can stay and farm for another 10 years.  Pauly and I don’t believe in regrets.  Regardless of what happens there are plans B, C and D at this point in time.  We are big dreamers, planners and hard workers.  Whatever happens we will be ok.

Anyone who dares farm the land takes on a commitment of generational proportions.  A name and a signature might be on a deed of ownership, but the land belongs to life itself.  Farmers are simply caretakers.  Custodians.  It is a farmer’s obligation to care for the land with the future in mind.  It can’t be for profits now.  There has to be a balance between making a living, caring for the animals and the land and caring for the people who work on the land with us.  Over the last few years we have met too many agricultural people who don’t know about this balance.  I think the universe knows that my Pauly is one of the good guys.  Whatever happens we have our next move planned.  We are sorted.  But woe betide a farmer who comes onto this land without an understanding of balance.  This particular farm has only been farmed by good men and women.  Our farm is the shape of a triangle (a big one), there is a tiny rectangle cut out on one side.  On this tiny rectangle is a house.  This house was given to a loyal farm worker by an owner many moons past.  This is an illustration of the goodness of the men and women who have worked this parcel of land.  The farmers of this land have been kind, generous, balanced, honest and hard working.  The very best sort of farmers.

Debbie’s ema is way more noble than mine.  My wish is more selfish, we don’t want to leave yet, we’re not ready to go.  Her wish is a world without Parkinson’s Disease.  Check out Debbie’s blog, it’s a lovely one.

And now I must go and get ready because tomorrow is an early start off to Derby for Tassie Trail Fest!  Even when life is tough running gives us something to look forward to and gives a mental break.  My crazy husband is running his third trail marathon while a few other of the Quackers will do our first trail half marathon.

Happy running 🙂

Quamby bluff last night. This was taken about 7:30pm. Silage is being delivered (you can just make out the headlights of the truck). It wasn’t the last load for the night.

Mother Cummings Peak

Never Again…but I did

Coles Bay Triathlon is the only Half Ironman event in Tasmania.  Last year I put my hand up and ran in a team.  21.1kms of hot exhausting running.  It was tough.  I said never again.  This year I was all set to go and be in the cheer squad for Bruce who was doing his first Half Ironman and for Pauly who was doing his first Sprint distance triathlon.  Definitely no running for me!

ring…ring…  ring…ring…  ring…ring…

Hello, Annie speaking.  Oh hello David.  Yes. You need a runner?  21.kms?  Sure, I can do that.

And just like that I was back running in a team for the Half Ironman.  It was hot.  I honestly thought I would DNF.  I felt sick and over heated.  As I came up from the beach for the first time I saw Pauly who was long finished.  I’m not coping Pauly.  It’s so hot.  The sand is so soft.  I don’t think I can do this, I said.  Try another lap, he said.  Grind it out.  I sighed and said OK!

In lala land pre start

Four laps of this

Lots of cheering from Janette and others out on the course got me through, that and sheer will power.  I plastered my I can do this smile on my face and thought about the positives:

  • Beautiful scenery
  • Friendly encouraging people
  • I am running, running is a gift
  • Gorgeous, buff, athletic, half-naked men offering to throw cold water over me

As for my last point all I could think of was I must be a hot looking woman because all these cute guys want to cool me down!  Seriously ladies, enter a triathlon and run in a team.  Eye candy abounds!  I might need another cup of cold water over my head right now just thinking about the gorgeous, shirtless volunteers on the course!

And thinking of eye candy, how did Pauly and Bruce go in their events?  I know you are wondering.

Pre swim

Pauly did his first Sprint Triathlon (500m swim, 20km ride and 5km run) extremely well.  He took about 6 minutes for the swim!  (That doesn’t include transition).  Over all his time was 1:18:44.

As for Bruce, he aced the Half Ironman!  After coping with injuries for the last few years as well as having to change a bike wheel half way through his ride (thank goodness Pauly didn’t take the bike he used back to the holiday house), Bruce finished well and strong in 6:04:08.  I have never seen Bruce smile so much as he did at the finish!  I laboured with just the run part of this event and he’d already done a swim and a ride before he started running.  It was a tough and long day out there for those doing the whole Half Ironman.  They are all superstars but none more so than our mate Bruce!  The distances for a Half Ironman are a 1.9km swim, 90km ride and a 21.1km run.

I might not get the chance to have gold fish brain about the Coles Bay Triathlon again.  After seven years the organisers have decided it’s time to have a break.  At this stage there isn’t anyone wanting to take over.  It’s been organised by a group of young families who have other commitments now that their children are growing up.  I fully understand their decision but hope that another group will take up the challenge.

Views of Wineglass Bay

Hazards Beach

We had a wonderful weekend.  On the Sunday Pauly and I donned our bush running/walking shoes and gaiters and did an 11km circuit in the Freycinet National Park (some wunning and some ralking).  It’s weekends like this that make life sweet and we have been blessed to have a few of them lately.  While life at work and on the farm continue to throw challenges that at times feel like they will bring us down, I am reminded of how I felt a quarter of the way into the run on Saturday.  Sometimes we just have to grind it out.  Don’t think of the whole enormous distance, cut it back into bite sized pieces and before we know it we’re half way there, then there’s only a quarter of the way to go and finally the finish line nears and over that line we go.  Think positive.  Just try and keep on trying.  Grinding it out isn’t pretty, but gets us there eventually.  My run time on Saturday was 2:27:36.

Happy running 🙂

On being a bush-runner

Yep, that’s me.  I’m a bush runner.  Trail running is the thing to do apparently, but long before I knew about trail running I knew about bush walking.  It seems to me that trail runners run on bush walking tracks so when I run in the bush on a track I would have to be bush running.  That would be logical me thinks.

Saturday saw Pauly and I off to the world-renown and heritage listed Cradle Mountain.  It’s in our backyard pretty much; it’s an hour and a half away (it would be less if the floods hadn’t knocked out a few bridges).  It was a special weekend in that all my children, one son-in-law and a boyfriend were home from interstate.  Three of the visiting offspring wanted to go for a walk at Cradle so Pauly and I used it as an excuse to go for a bit of a bush run.  We ran from Dove Lake up to Kitchen Hut and return.


World famous Cradle Mountain with Dove Lake in the foreground.





Some parts are nice and easy-going.  Some are not.



We ran all the way to Kitchen Hut (10kms return).  Kitchen Hut was built in the early 1900s and is at the base of the Cradle Mountain summit track.  It was built to shelter walkers should extreme weather descend.  I’ve been at Kitchen Hut when there’s been snow all the way up to the middle of the top door.  This is a rugged wild place that demands respect.  Leaving Dove Lake to do any of the walks no matter how small without adequate gear is foolhardy to say the least.  We were blessed with a wonderful day but we were equipped with thermal and water proof layers.  I think of Cradle Mountain as the roof of Tasmania.  It’s a special place.


16865052_10154564326773020_2643915594001871271_nA quick pause and we were off running back.


16998683_10154564326838020_6108192137442891939_n 16997985_10154564326628020_8576797510976498365_nNot long after we went past Marion’s Lookout we came upon the offspring strolling back to Dove Lake.  Wait Mum! yelled Blondie Daughter #1.  I was going to keep running (the down hills are the best part after all).  She held up her left hand to show a dazzling diamond.  I couldn’t believe it!  Another baby engaged and we really quite like her young man (lucky I had him included in the family photos of the last wedding, call me a Girl Guide:  one family photo with him in and one without…yeah I know, I’m terrible.  Terrible, but practical and a bit of a stirrer!)


Champagne at the Lodge before the drive home.

Champagne at the Lodge before the drive home.

Surprising my parents who came for dinner that night.

Surprising my parents who came for dinner that night (yes that is the rugby in the background, Pauly never misses a game no matter what’s happening).

But back to the run!  It was great.  We loved it, Pauly and I.  The thing I love about bush running is that due to the terrain there are times when walking is ok.  There are moments of zoom.   Moments of slow and steady.  Moments of stop and wonder at the wilderness all around.  No cars.  No streets.  Few on lookers to see.  Just running, walking, friends and time out.

Call me a bush runner.  Trail running is just way too trendy and fashionable for this Unsporty Woman.

So far since the dreaded knee injury back in September I’ve discovered two loves that I may never have found.  I’ve discovered bush running and triathlon.  While the dark times of rehab were darker than dark, the light that’s followed has opened up so many wonderful opportunities and I am grateful.

Oh and on Sunday we did another Super Sprint Triathlon.

We were a bit tired.

We were a bit tired.

But we won the male and female Masters medals.

But we won the male and female Masters medals (it was a very small field).  I had a PB of pretty much 2 minutes on the George Town course and Pauly of about 3 minutes.  Thanks to the lovely Janette and Bruce for surprising us with our medals on Monday night (we couldn’t stay for the presentations after the Tri on Sunday).  And let’s face it, without these two we never would have discovered triathlon in the first place.  Thank you seems so inadequate.

I hope that when anyone sees me with a Triathlon Medal that they say to themselves:

Oh my goodness, if that  Unsporty Woman can do Triathlon and win a medal, there is nothing stopping me from having go!

Do it!  What are you waiting for?

Happy running 🙂


Marathon clock

Is there a marathon clock do you think? You know, like the biological clock. A clock that’s ticking but we don’t know when it will stop and that will signal the end of marathon running?

I like to think there isn’t one.  And if there is I don’t want to know.

Age is only a number I often say. You’re only as old as you feel I say that too and I don’t feel 52, I don’t think I act 52. I run more than I did 10 years ago but that’s not hard because I wasn’t a runner, wasn’t even thinking about being a runner 10 years ago. Positive aging, doing it right. Grow old disgracefully. I say those two phrases a bit as well. In fact at 52 I wear shorter shorts than I did in my 20s – I’m getting the disgracefully bit about right me thinks.

But maybe there is a marathon clock. Maybe there will come a day when marathon running isn’t possible for these aging bones and muscles I call me.  Maybe?  Possibly?

With this in mind I printed out a blank 2018 calendar and then had a brainstorming session with myself. Me and myself are quite good at brainstorming, we come up with the most fabulous ideas.


I don’t much like the idea of a bucket list but I do love Wish Lists. On the Wish List for marathons is a marathon in every Australian state and territory and one on the south and one on the north islands of New Zealand.

Given that Pauly will turn the ripe old and dignified age of 60 this year I’ve been listening closely for the sound of ticking coming from his direction. Can you hear any? No me neither, but is that because I’m getting a little hard of hearing in my 50s? Let’s go with the concept that there isn’t any ticking but let’s also be on the safe side and plan those marathons!

From Launceston to Perth is about 3,200kms of flying.

Here are the marathons as done or tentatively planned:


  • Tasmania: Cadbury Marathon 2016
  • Victoria: Great Ocean Road Marathon 2016
  • New South Wales: Sydney 2017
  • Queensland: Gold Coast Marathon 2016
  • Northern Territory: Uluru Marathon 2018
  • South Australia: Adelaide Marathon 2017
  • Western Australia: City to Surf Marathon 2018
  • Australian Capital Territory: Canberra Marathon 2018

New Zealand

  • North Island: Auckland Marathon 2017
  • South Island: Aoraki Mt Cook Marathon 2018

Already Pauly has chugged out eight marathons and two ultras. By the end of this he’ll have done 14 marathons and three ultras but knowing him they’ll be more thrown in for good measure.

If there is a clock then it can tick all it likes because whatever happens we’ll be doing our best to get our wish list done; but if we don’t we’ll have fun trying.  AND we’re not the only crazy duck with this Wish List, the Lovely Louie is right there with us.  There are going to be some fabulous trips away together and you never know we might convince Janette to come too.

Aging really is only a number and I do believe that part of being old is acting old and thinking old.  Pauly and I certainly aren’t into acting or thinking old.  As I look around the small corner of the blogosphere I’m part of I see shining examples of people in their 50s and more who set the best examples of how to grow old youthfully…crazily…and just a tad disgracefully too.  We might get more of those wrinkles but that’s from getting up early and running in all weathers, bush walking, zip lining, bungie jumping or whatever it is that we want to do. Age is only a number and it’s a number that says GO!  I can’t hear a single STOP about it!

Happy running 🙂

Here are some happy snaps from last week

A high vis cycle with some Deloriane Ducks

A high vis cycle with some Deloraine Ducks – go team citrus.  I’m that bossy friend who insists on high vis.  No high vis?  Raid the son’s work tops and wear those.  You should’ve seen all the waves Louie and Brooke got!  Go Tradie Girls!

Band new gaters!

Band new gaiters! Pauly and I went for a bit of run in the bush.

How thoughtful, a couch in the bush in case we need a rest.

How thoughtful, a couch in the bush in case we need a rest.


Banksia flower

Banksia flower

Several kangaroos bounded across our path, it's there on the right hand side.

Several kangaroos bounded across our path, it’s there on the right hand side.

Crazy husband: he's about to go from the half to full marathon at Tassie Trail Fest...

Crazy husband: he’s about to go from the half to full marathon at Tassie Trail Fest…

Kangaroo tracks

Kangaroo tracks