The Rehab Race

Sue encouraged me to think of getting back into running as an event in itself.  I’ve tried vainly to do this this week.  It’s finally working after some initial dark days.

I’ve had several people extend the hand of friendship and help me with what to do about my unhappy ITB.

We recently met some lovely people at the pub and he’s a physio.  He prescribed exercises to help with some areas of my body that don’t work so well.  Turns out that my hammies, quads and glutes don’t work together as a team.  It’s a bit like they are on a three seater tandem bike and sometimes one of two of them have their feet up on the handlebars and allow the others to carry them.  Lazy old things!  I don’t consider myself a lazy person so to find out that some major muscle areas are slacking off – well, I was not happy with them.

I was prescribed a heap of caning exercises to do.  A routine of 40 minutes twice a day for three days and I was supposed to be able to start running again.  While my muscles were getting stronger the pain in my ITB wasn’t going away.

A PT at our gym suggested ultrasound treatment.  Suddenly I felt a bit stupid (not an unusual feeling for me).  The ITB is a tendon.  I’ve suffered from tendonitis in my wrists years ago and ultra sound worked a treat.  So yesterday I had ultra sound and more dry needling as well as some taping.

And finally this week I did something that I believe in enough to try.  I had a Reki session.  It was calming.  The practitioner didn’t want to know where I was hurting but quickly and accurately assessed that I’ve been in a dark place mentally and found the hurting leg.  Afterwards I felt released.

There is hope.  There is some light.  Janette, Pauly and I went swimming yesterday (I’m allowed to swim, elliptical and go for a walk as long as it’s not uncomfortable, but nothing else).  We are going to give it one more week and then if I’m not right we’ll enter ourselves as a team for Bruny Island Ultra.  This makes a lot of sense.  Just as we supported Pauly last year we can support Louie to run.  Then if everything goes to plan I can have a go in 2017 and Team Quackers can support me.  The more I think about it the more sense it makes.

I’ve always wanted to have a running gait analysis done.  Initially I thought I wasn’t a good enough runner to go to these lengths.  I thought that being a beginner runner having something so athletic done would be thought of as overkill.  It occurred to me that as adults no one is a beginner runner.  Show me an able bodied human being who didn’t run as a child. There aren’t any. We were all runners as children, just that some of us lost the love and stopped.  Every able bodied adult is a lapsed runner.  We gave it up in childhood.  Some of us find it again in adulthood.  I’ll be heading to Hobart to a specialist physio to have a gait analysis done and then fastidiously working on areas of my body that need strengthening.  I don’t want to be here again ever if I can help it.

One thing I’ve learnt over the six years of running is that professional people like Remedial Masseuses, Podiatrists, Osteos and Physios truly do care.  They don’t mind if our goal is a 5km fun run or a 64km ultra.  They want to give us the best care that they can give to help us reach our goals.  If you put the label of beginner runner on yourself and feel that you can’t tap into the vast resources out there because in your mind you’re not a good enough runner… Please give yourself a slapping.  Get on the phone and make an appointment to see someone who can help you with your running.

The Rehab Race is moving forwards.  Who knows where my finish line is.  I am a marathoner.  I have endurance.  I can do this.  Quitting isn’t an option.

Happy running🙂

Just be happy, it’s not that hard

A month or so ago I read a post by Joanne that got me thinking. She had toured a graveyard and taken a few photos of captivating headstones. I use the word captivating because they did captivate, engross and enthral as I read them. The one that stood out was one that had minimal details. The deceased’s name, the year they were born and the year that they died along with this statement:

Just be happy, it’s not that hard

I didn’t even comment on this post. I didn’t know what to say. It entered my mind and has stayed there. I’ve thought about it off and on (more on than off) since I first read it. Just be happy, it’s not that hard. True and false all at the same time.

I got into running because of marrying my runner husband Paul. I didn’t want to be the wife on the sidelines. I hated waiting at the best of times. We are both busy. I didn’t want him to be involved in something that I could only spectate in. So I donned my old sandshoes and tried to run up the driveway. I tried and I tried and I tried. What stands out in this transformation from non-runner to runner is that I finished. I didn’t quit. I did indeed become a runner (and no one is more surprised about this than me). Many training runs and fun runs of all distances later, I find myself writing to you as a non-runner.

My knee is not getting very much better so I have made the call to completely rest it (Friday’s run had to be aborted after only a few kms). This decision has come with a huge cycle of grief. Running has become my thing. My identity. My friend. My time out from all the farm rubbish. It links me with friends both here and through the blogosphere. Without running I am lost.

Right now Paul and I are facing uncertainty. We’ve been facing it fully since October 2015 but in truth it’s been tough and getting progressively tougher since the Global Financial Crisis hit in 2008. We are facing not being dairy farmers anymore which brings with it so many negative emotions. It’s really hard to be happy when we might have to move but we don’t know when and we don’t know where. We don’t know how much we will have to move with either. So much uncertainty. So much anxiety.  If we aren’t dairy farmers who will we be?  It forms so much of our identity.  It’s our home, our job, our way of being.

Running was my out. Running was the thing that we could talk about with a sense of happiness, anticipation, achievement and success. Dear Reader I am being 100% honest with you when I say that the only person I want to impress with my running is me. I don’t care one iota if I come last. I don’t care about PBs. I run to go the distance and to finish.

And now I can’t run. Being happy is hard. Telling myself all the usual things like I’m not gravely ill and I’m not starving and the sun comes up every day and there are people that love me just glosses over the surface, they bounce off the double bricked layer of pity I have encased myself in.

That was until today.

Last night I had a glimmer of hope. After releasing and stretching my right ITB and having three lots of anti-inflammatories during the day I got a glimmer of hope. No pain. Today I’ve done all of the above but no drugs and guess what? Pain. That glimmer was enough for me to give myself a slapping. So what if I can’t run Bruny Island Ultra this year. It will be there next year and if they cancel the event the road isn’t going to disappear is it? I can go down there with Pauly when I’m better and run that dam course myself. Wanting to run this event has become more than the event; it’s become about the distance and the location and just wanting to run. And let’s face it, I’m in excellent company when it comes to having to change plans due to the body not performing as it should. The Lovely Joanne who has got me mulling over happiness, suffered a cycling accident and had to cancel long cherished plans to go on an overseas cycling tour. I cried when I read her post telling her readers of this.

And I have cried for myself. I’m devastated, upset, angry, sad and so jolly mad. I’m a slow runner for goodness sake. I was helping my husband feed calves when I hurt my knee. It’s not dam fair. But it happened. If it was up to me I’d withdraw from Bruny now to take the pressure off myself. Pauly won’t let me. He says I’ll come right and while I don’t believe him he has the annoying trait of always being right! He is like a cat who falls on his feet. Even with all the uncertainties of dairy farming in Australia by rights we should have lost the battle several years ago but we are still here! We are still fighting, admittedly the ammunition is running low but we’re not gone yet. The Fat Lady hasn’t sung, in fact I suspect that the Fat Lady has become a runner, slimmed down and has been too busy to sing. Keep running Lady, we don’t want to leave the farm!

Just be happy, it’s not that hard.

Well it is hard right now without my friend running to help with the stress and anxiety. There is also pride in all this. I said I was going to run Bruny and I want to keep my word to myself.

Here is the plan.

I’m going to keep swimming and using the elliptical. Keep up with my osteo and remedial massage treatments. He can poke in as many needles as he likes! (I’m so mad I won’t feel the pain). There are 10 weeks to go and I’m just as fit as ever I was. However if I haven’t managed to run pain-free in two weeks’ time I will withdraw.

Here is what I’m happy about right now. I’m happy that I just had a wonderful weekend in Victoria with my two daughters, I’m so happy and humbled that blondie daughter and her boyfriend insisted on shouting me over. I’m so happy to be married to my best friend who buoys me up and believes in me and hopes the best for me. I’m really happy to have a gym buddy in Janette who knows more than anybody what it’s like not to be able to run. I’m going to be happy to see Louie run Bruny even if I don’t. I’m invested in her running career because I feel like I’ve played a major part in her becoming a distance runner and will be over the moon to see her finish at the lighthouse on Saturday 3rd of December, 10 weeks away.

Just be happy, it’s not that hard. No it’s not. Be happy. There is always something to be happy about even if it doesn’t involved putting one foot in front of the other in running steps.

Happy running, walking, swimming, cycling, weight lifting, yoga-ing. Happy being you!

🙂

Keep calm, they’re only needles

Needles to fix a knee.  Now that gives me the giggles.

I need some needling to fix my knee.  That’s even funnier.

My knee needs kneading and needling.  ROFL!

Perhaps I’m over tired?

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The thoughts that went through my head as I traveled the 50 minute journey into Launceston for my dry needling appointment today –

  • The cacophony of utterances from the many who told me how it hurt, and how it was scary and how it was uncomfortable all rattled in my head (anything rattling in my head these days is pretty amazing because the poor old brain is so crammed full of stuff right now).
  • Breath, it’s only a little prick, I told myself. More giggling.  I really am over tired.
  • Bruny! Bruny! Bruny! (thanks Sam)
  • Isn’t Jane Rutter’s CD* so lovely, I thought. But best not play it when Pauly is in the car, he’d go to sleep with all that flute music gently wafting from the speakers.
  • Sharon and Jill said that it didn’t hurt and that it would be ok. Remember what they said.  Let that be louder.
  • For goodness sakes woman, you’ve got a tattoo and three piercings! Get over yourself!
  • A text from Louie, saying she hadn’t heard any yelling yet.  Hehe!
  • I’ll do anything for my ITB to go back to being just a part of my body that silently works so that I can run.

I was calm.  This worried me because I am not calm when it comes to needles.

Once on the treatment bed, towel over my core with me gripping the edges, I focused and breathed.  In goes the first needle.  In goes the second.  I prattle and talk manically.  Then suddenly I realise it isn’t really hurting, it’s just a few tiny stings.  The third and fourth go in.  Cool.  Sweet.  I’m doing this.  I feel proud.  Then a little bit of moving the needles, that wasn’t so nice but still completely ok.  Just a little uncomfortable.

Dry needling done!!!

Running has taught me to endure.  Quitting isn’t an option.  We forge forwards to the finish line.  It’s what we do.  My appointment started, the treatment was done, then like crossing a finish line, the goal was achieved.

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ITB update from the Osteo:  Be careful. Treat it with respect.  Keep rolling, icing and stretching.  Have another lighter week then the distances can be ramped up slowly.  This was just a little issue that was brought to a head thanks to a knock from a calf.

Happy?  Feeling confident?  Yes I am.

I think I’m going to sing this while I’m running Bruny!

Happy running🙂

*Jane Rutter is an Australian flutist, I recently found her CD when flipping through an old CD album.  It’s rather lovely and was perfect calming music for today.

Step away from the dairy farmer

Single ladies, step away from that dairy farmer.  Don’t be taken in by his handsome weather-beaten look.  Don’t be beguiled by how cute his butt looks in those faded jeans and gumboots.  Don’t be charmed by his wide smile and sparkling blue eyes.

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When you visit his quaint country farm house surrounded by content cows, frolicking calves, rolling green paddocks and mountain vistas – just look away.  Don’t be taken in.

Our farm house on Sunday. We've never seen snow like this here.

As for his fresh full cream milk straight from the vat with the cream on top?  His quiet country evenings in front of the roaring fire?  Just close your eyes, put your fingers in your ears and say NO!

If you dare a sneaky peek at these things you’ll be taken in.  You’ll fall in love and the next thing you know you’ll be in overalls and gumboots up to your neck in mud!  You’ll be milking cows being sprayed by coo poo, working on farm budgets, running out electric fences, running errands here, there and everywhere and you will have no clue of what your life was like before entering this vortex that is the dairy farming way of life.

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I often say I’m a town girl who can do country girl things.  Nothing speaks volumes about this than today.  I’m supposed to be resting my ITB and not zooming around the farm in my gumboots.  But what can you do when there are jobs needing doing and everyone is stretched to the max?  You get in your gumboots and you do your best to help out.  It’s been so wet here that even Pauly managed to bog a quad bike today. The wife was called upon to help and then she bogged the jeep.  Finally after much mud and squelching around both vehicles were freed.

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Single ladies if you don’t like mud, debt and learning new things that will probably break your nails – do not date a dairy farmer!  And definitely do not marry one.  Not only will you know the joys of true love, the reality of farming with all its highs and lows but you might also be tempted to become a runner.  Well that’s what happened to me and the rest as they say is history.  Now to get into the shower and glam up for the running club dinner!

Happy running🙂

PS This was very much a tongue in cheek post!

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I kneed running

I love running.  It’s true.  It’s so much more than the physical movement of putting one foot in front of the other in running steps.  It’s the whole deal that I love.  I love the challenge of going the distance. I love the feeling of being totally spent, exhausted, covered in salty sweat – there’s nothing better.  Knowing that I’ve done my best.  I love it.

It’s time out from the worries, troubles and the routine.  It’s time with people who understand about running without actually having to say any words.  Running in all weathers, up and down hills, along the flats.  Short runs, long runs, every run.

My knee was so sore all last week and especially after running on Sunday.  Had the gods of running looked down from their heavenly running track in the sky, they would’ve seen a sad Unsporty Woman in her uncomely dressing gown and ugg boots, with a bag of frozen peas on her right knee, a worried look and a clutch full of sodden tissues.

After trying to get an appointment with the usual osteo and not being able to get one, I called an osteo that was suggested by a friend.

A fresh young man called me into his consulting room.  I told him my story and he asked about my medical history.  I showed him my jointless big toes and he looked perplexed as every health professional always does.  Then the treatment begun.  For women who’ve given birth you will know what I mean about breathing into the pain.  I was manipulated this way and that.  Finally the words I longed to hear were said.  It’s not ligament damage.  Oh sweet relief.  I have an ITB tracking issue that’s already responding to the treatment.  Foam rolling. Stretching and staying away from great distances for two weeks is recommended.  The fog of worry lifted.  For the first time in months and months I felt completely light and worry-less.  Farming has been no picnic and honestly I am always carrying, or more like dragging a huge assortment of emotional, worrisome baggage.  The diagnosis made me light and young and free.

But then the next words brought me down with  a thud.  I’d like you back next week and we’ll do some dry needling.  Dry.  Needling.  Needles.  GASP.

I am the girl at school who needed two teachers, one cleaner and the gardener to hold her down to administer vaccinations.

Ok, I said.  If that’s what it takes to keep me running.  Perhaps I’ll take a bottle of wine to swig on!

I’m pleased to report that the knee is great today.  Rather than feeling like I have pencil stuck into it, it only feels a bit prickly.

I am so grateful.  I am so in awe of the knowledge, professionalism and care of this osteo.  I’ve been saved by an osteo when I first started running.  I had misaligned patellas (I didn’t even know what a patella was!  The toe bone’s connected to the foot bone, the foot bone’s connected to the leg bone, the leg bone’s connected to the knee bone….etc etc etc!).

Bruny Island here I come.  Another little look down the dark, lonely abyss of not running has made me even more determined.  Even more grateful.

Oh and my foam roller has been dusted off and being used regularly. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch!

Perhaps the gods of running did look down on me and create a set of circumstances that lead me to the right Osteo and gave me another lesson in gratitude.

Happy running🙂

PS and I’m tip toeing past the calf sheds with my fingers in my ears.  I’m NOT feeding baby moo cows until my knee is totally better! Oh and if you’re around next week and want to come and listen at the door while I have my first dry needling experience…well….it may be worth a few giggles, I am a sook!

The plan is up

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If there was a theme song for this week it would be some sort of elevator music tune.  Baby Elephant Walk or Walk in the Black Forest perhaps.  It’s been a week of waiting.  Recovering from Ross Marathon last week, resting and waiting for the next plan to go up on the fridge.

More on that in a moment.  Friday, Saturday and Sunday are usually punctuated with trips to Launceston (a 50 minute car trip each way) for different things.  Running.  Swimming. Gym. Going out for dinner.  Massages. Appointments. Shopping.  But not so this weekend.  This weekend is the first weekend for many many moons that we have been on the farm.  In fact we haven’t been further than Deloraine since Monday!  How ever on earth have you spent your free time? you may ask… Eating.  Reading.  Helping on the farm.  House work (window washing, freezer defrosting, replanting planters and lawn mowing) …with a heavy pause on eating!

No jobs this morning though.  Today The Running Group came out for a run, brunch and to feed calves.  It was fun.  We had a great time.  After a week of not running it felt supremely wonderful to pull on my running gear.  It was like having a big long drink after feeling terribly thirsty for a long time.  Lovely.  And it was a wonderful bonus to welcome running friends to our home and enjoy a run in the country together.

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Here are some happy snaps of The Running Group members bottle feeding some of the calves. They had already been fed properly, this was a treat for the humans more than the bovines babies.

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Running has brought with it so much more than fitness.  I had no idea about this before becoming a runner:  while I was simply trying to run more than 200m without feeling like death, I had no idea there was more to it than simply putting one foot in front of the other and hopefully not collapsing in the process…  Real friendships formed through slogging it out in training and crossing finishing lines.  Real friendships formed through joint goals and unselfish pure delight in seeing another’s success.  Real friendship is the unknown delight of becoming a runner.

Today was wonderful in many ways but none more so than to see Janette in her running gear.  After months of being off with an injury and then just as she was about to get back into running three weeks with the mother of all viruses, today she was able to run.  With Janette and I was Martin who has also been off with an injury.  How awesome to share a wonderful farm run on a spring day with those two.

Oh yes, and the plan is up.  The Bruny Island Ultra Marathon run plan is up.  I have a sore knee courtesy of calf feeding on Monday afternoon.  Who knew that this Unsporty Woman could run a marathon one day then nimbly climb in and out of calf pens the next?  Trouble is I was head butted in the knee by a rather hungry calf.  I’m hoping that this discomfort will be temporary. Louise had an extremely sore knee after Melbourne Marathon and it came right.  The soreness is no worse after my run today so I’m hopeful.  I’m off to the Osteo tomorrow to be on the safe side.

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The plan is up.  Whatever happens I will be training with passion.  I will be training to succeed.  I can’t believe that just a few short years ago Louie was asking if she could come to a 5km fun run with Pauly and I, her first ever fun run, and now we are training for an ultra marathon together.  I absolutely, unashamedly LOVE looking over my shoulder and seeing how far we’ve come.  I’m so proud of us.  And I’m not going to apologise for living and breathing ultra marathon training for the next 12 weeks.  Unlike the marathon I don’t feel ultra running calling to me.  This is going to be a once off this journey into distances beyond the marathon.  Therefore I’m going to put my all into it.  I’m under no illusions; it’s going to be tough.  I might not make it.  But I will be giving it 100%.  12 weeks until the 64km Bruny Island Ultra Marathon.   All good wishes and positive vibes most gratefully accepted.

Happy running🙂

Ross Marathon Debrief

I’m so proud of Louise and I.  Today we ran Ross Marathon.  Four 10.55km laps equalling 42.2kms.  Toombs Lake Road is a challenge four times over.  There is always a headwind of some kind but today there was a full on roar.  The Marathon started at 8am.  The first lap was ok.  The second lap was still ok but the wind was getting stronger and stronger.  By the time laps three and four came around the wind was such that runners had to bend into the wind and take off caps.  But we did it; we finished.

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Grant, Louise, Unsporty and Janette at the start. It was cold!

Grant, Louise, Unsporty and Janette at the start. It was cold!

It would’ve been so easy to bow out after completing lap three.  I was hoping to be heading out for lap four at 11:30am.  It was 11:35am so only slightly behind. I didn’t bow out.  I pulled up my big girl pants (with help from my friend) and kept on going.

But let’s go back to lap one.  Lap one was great.  The first 10kms of a marathon is always great.  Even in a small field there is atmosphere and it felt great to be putting the training into use for this long anticipated event.

Up the small hill looking happy...first lap!

Up the small hill looking happy…first lap!

That's the hill...after having the stuffing blown out of me I walked this hill each lap. It felt like a rest.

That’s the hill…after having the stuffing blown out of me I walked this hill each lap. It felt like a rest.

There was a bell to ring at the top. I fair old clanged it the last time ooops. I don't remember this bell when I've run at Ross previously.

There was a bell to ring at the top. I fair old clanged it the last time ooops. I don’t remember this bell when I’ve run at Ross previously.

Lap two was pretty good too.  Not everyone loves laps, but there are benefits to laps.  For example I got into the groove of eating two jelly beans at the 4km mark where the first drink stop was. Then I had a gel going down the hill before the second drinks stop.  It was easy to keep track of fueling.  And today I feel I can say I got my fueling pretty much right.

Lap three was where the wind really started to build up.  Going out to the turn around point was ok, the tail wind was great but knowing that soon runners would have to turn around and run into it was hard to cope with.  Put the smile on.  Check the posture.  Say a positive mantra.  Keep running.  Usually the wind dies down after the hill.  Not so today.  It continued to blow all the way through until we got to the main road.  That was 5kms of headwind on each 10.55km lap.

Ross Marathon is known for the headwind, but this year the wind was the strongest it’s ever been.  Several veterans of the event made this observation.  This is the fourth year I’ve run at Ross (I’ve done the half twice and a team marathon once) and I’ve never known it to be this windy.  Even the 10km runners and half marathoners were finding it tough going.

While I was running Janette and Grant were being support crew.  I so appreciated seeing them.  Pauly was there too and he was out for my first and last laps.  Janette had gels ready so I didn’t have to carry much at all.  The drink stops were perfect and due to the coolness of the day I didn’t carry a hydration pack.  I am so blessed to have such a supportive friend.  Janette is the best support crew ever!

Pauly worked on the farm, zoomed in and managed to come today and ran the 21.1km half marathon. He is now back out at work. He's a good man and wonderful husband. His time wasn't great due to feeling tired and that wind (have I mentioned the wind?). 1:56:00 ish.

Pauly worked on the farm this morning, zoomed in and managed to come today and ran the 21.1km half marathon. He is now back out at work. He’s a good man and wonderful husband. His time wasn’t great due to feeling tired and that wind (have I mentioned the wind?). 1:56:00 ish.

As I went round and into lap four there was Janette with an energy drink and my brand new bluetooth headset.  Yes, I know, not good to try something new on a run.  But oh my goodness.  The music was great, it lifted me up and made the last lap fun (as fun as one can have trying to run in front of an energetic and strong wind machine).  One of my aims for this marathon was not to allow myself to go down into that unhappy pit that is so easy to do.  I wanted to stay bright and positive all the time.  And I did!  My strategies worked.

While I was running I thought about many things.  It’s a lonely road and not many runners so there is plenty of time to think.  Fortunately I quite like my own company so me and my thoughts buzzed away…

  • I remembered the lovely wishes that Sam sent me, I thought about them quite a lot actually, they were a real boost.
  • I thought about the convicts who had been here 200 years ago and how hard they worked and that they would think running a marathon would be much nicer than the things they had to do.
  • I remembered The Canadian and British Cheer Squads.  They were busy little bees popping up all over the place with enthusiastic cheering.
  • I thanked myself for remembering my black headband;  the wind might’ve tried to remove my running cap but my headband worked a treat.
  • I reminded myself that it is a privilege to be healthy and fit and that running is a gift.  Particularly I thought of a post the CeeJayKay wrote recently about loving the run.  She made a lot of sense to me and I kept going back to the essence of that post.
  • I thought about the lovely Julie (a fellow blogger) and how much it is her dream to run a marathon one day.  I love her blog, it’s real and encouraging. I wished her lots of dreams come true while I was running.
  • And I had fun looking at all the half marathon runners to see who I knew, I didn’t do much cheering but I waved and thumbed up instead.  The wind took my breath away if I tried to talk.  Yes, really, it was that windy!
Louie running the last 500m with me.

Louie running the last 500m with me.

I love finish lines!

I love finish lines! This one taunts the runner with each lap…so close but so far.

Give me my ginger beer and no one gets hurt!

Give me my ginger beer and no one gets hurt!

Finally I got to the finish line.  I was so pleased!  There was Louise already long finished and ran the last 500m with me.  I kept my happy on the whole time until I crossed the line and said a rather rude word to describe the wind and sat on an ancient sandstone curb stone made by the convicts and demanded my ginger beer (a bit like a petulant two year old I was).  Once the hydration and sugar kicked in I was almost back to my old self.

That wind blew the stuffing out of me.  It was so hard to run in it that I made the tough call to walk way more than I wanted to.  I simply don’t know how the really speedy people managed to huff and puff and suck air into their lungs in that awful roaring wind!

I opened this post saying that I am proud of Louise and I.  Louise ran that windy course in 4:02:00.  Imagine what she might have done if the wind had been more civilised?  I ran the course in 4:57:22.  Both our times are not much more than our Gold Coast Marathon times.  We ran good times in trying conditions.  I am proud of Louise and I.   Louie and Dewey, we rock!

The amazing Louise, our Louie, ran that windy course in 4:02:00. She is amazing!

The amazing Louise, our Louie, ran that windy course in 4:02:00. She is amazing!

Louise and I have run three marathons in 2016.  I’m so proud of us.  As always I want to STRESS that if I can build up to this sort of training then anyone can.  Be sensible with the 10% increase rule.  Get some good running shoes.  Read up and / or join a group.  Running is for us unsporty types if you really want to have a go.  Chip away at your dreams.  Don’t give up. Runner’s high happening here.  Did I say I’m proud of Louie and I?  Two ordinary small town ladies.  One who runs like a gazelle and the other who runs more like a tortoise.  But we both crossed that finish line and we are both marathoners.

If I can do this, you can too!

Finished! A photo in front of the famous Ross Bridge.

Finished! A photo in front of the famous Ross Bridge.  What a day.  We did ourselves proud.  Bring on that Ultra!

Happy running🙂

Ps Oh dear, sorry for the long post!  All photos taken by Janette (apart from the one she’s in, Pauly took that with Janette’s camera).

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