When life gives you lemons

I quite like lemons.  I love Lemon Delicious Pudding.  I love lemon tart.  I love lemon icing on a rich moist ginger cake.  And I happen to quite like lemonade too.

Life has given me lemons.  A knock on the knee by an over enthusiastic calf brought a fabulous year of running to a halt.  Three marathons in 2016 all in preparation for an ultra in December.  The dream is dead in the water thanks to a sore knee that doesn’t like running right now.  Finally on Tuesday the Physio advised that running an ultra in seven weeks wasn’t a good idea.  It was pure relief to hear these words because my heart had known this to be the case for weeks.

Life has given me so many lemons I have them completely bursting out all over the place.  A bit like the old Fab Washing Powder ad that was on TV in the 70s – my life is swamped by lemons.

But I like lemons and I know how to make lemonade – and I have an experienced set of boot straps that I have been able to give a good old yank on.  I’m so looking forward to our Bruny Weekend even though I’m not running the ultra solo.

What’s the lemonade in this tale of the sore knee?

Let me tell you a story.  There are two friends.  One runs a four hour marathon and the other a five hour marathon.  They decided to run a 64km ultra together.  The slower friend was worried that her faster friend would be held back. What if I don’t make it? She would say.  I think you should have your own support crew just in case.  Now that slower friend has had to pull out.  Those two friends are really sad about this.  They have run miles and miles, kilometres and kilometres together in preparation for this ultimate running goal.  They are both as heartbroken as each other.


Here’s Louie on her 28km run this morning in the pouring rain.  Louie doesn’t let a bit of rain stop her.  I got to run 2kms with her from my Return to Running Program.

Now it’s time for Lemonade!

The slower friend happens to be one of the best cheerers and encouragers known to the sport of running.  She is epic.  She is amazing.  My goodness, if there were Olympic medals for the sport of cheering no one else would get a look in.  She is so fabulous that she would get First, Second and Third medals!  Oh and we like medals a lot; she would have the full set such is the quality, quantity and all round wonderfulness of her skills and talents.  (However if Janette entered this event this slower friend would get a run for my money – her clapping and cheering is known far and wide for its excellence!)

The plan is for the faster friend to run with support from her slower friend, then next year the faster friend gets to return the favour.  Both can run at their own pace but still be together.  It’s not what they wanted to do but looking at this objectively it’s actually a pretty good outcome.

Winning?  I think so!  Lemonade out of lemons?  The sweetest kind that there is.

For running and friendship go hand in hand together.  There is no greater friendship than to support each other no matter what and to be there and share in the success of a goal completed.


A message that Louie sent me

And just because I really do like lemons here is my recipe for low-carb, no sugar lemonade and it is delicious!

Happy running🙂


First make some soda water.  We have the best calcium-rich water in the entire world here in the Meander Valley, Tasmania, Australia!  It comes from a limestone bore deep in the ground.  Our water has more calcium than average milk and as for the milk we produce?  Calcium levels are through the roof.  We don’t have curb-side recycling, having a soda stream reduces the plastic in our world.


Squeeze some lemons – anywhere from half to two whole lemons does the job.


Add the lemon juice to the soda water.

20161020_181555If you like it sweet add some liquid stevia – I quite like it without but Paul adds about 30 drops.

Drink and enjoy.  I’ve found it doesn’t keep more than 24 hours, it gets a funny taste so make and enjoy it straight away.

Me and my Meniscus

Have you watched the film Spirit of the Marathon?  I love this movie-length documentary.  It tells real stories of real people preparing for their first marathon, Chicago marathon 2005 (there is even a runner who has to pull out of training due to a knee injury).  It also tells the stories of a handful of elite runners preparing for the same marathon.

One of those elites is Deena Kastor, an Olympian from the US.  At the beginning of her training program she tripped over a pine cone and broke a bone in her foot.  I haven’t watched this film for a while so this information is from memory.  A totally non-running related injury.  She was just going about life and something damaged her and got in the way of her running.  What did she do?  She kept training.  She had access to a water treadmill and kept on running.  It wasn’t ideal but she went out and smashed that marathon.  My memories say she was the first woman.

This came to mind on Friday when I visited the physio yet again for more treatment on my knee.  The physio I was seeing is on leave so I got to see the principal of the practice.  He read the notes on my knee and then asked me to tell him the story of how my knee problem came to be.

  • I told him that I’d done Ross Marathon the day before.
  • I told him that I’d woken the next day full  of energy and a bit twitchy in the legs and had taken myself off for a 3km walk.  No knee pain.  Just a general satisfied achy-tiredness was all I felt.
  • I told him that I’d mown the lawns (this is a job that takes me a full hour). No knee pain or discomfort.
  • I told him that I’d been called to the calf shed to help and that a calf had hit me in the knee.
  • I told him that that night my knee had been sore and had woken me up a few times and that the next day it had ached even when sitting.
  • I told him that since that day it had slowly started to come right but from time to time it felt like I had a big prickle stuck in the outside of my knee.

The physio did ligament and range of motion testing – all came up 100% ok and no pain or discomfort.  He asked me what I had been told my problem was.  ITB Syndrome, I said.  He said very politely that he didn’t agree with that diagnosis.  He said I’d sustained minor damage to my meniscus.  This made so much sense to me.  How could a knock from a calf in the knee bring on ITB syndrome?  All the treatment I’ve been receiving and the rehab I’ve been doing hasn’t been a waste of time.  The physio wants me to keep going with it so that the muscles that support my knee are built up.  The diagnosis of ITB Syndrome is understandable due to the full range of motion in the knee and where the discomfort is.

Where to from here?  I was allowed to try a 5km run on Friday but if there was discomfort the following day that would be the sign to scale back again.  There was discomfort.  I’m taking another week off running.  I’m pleased to say that today there is hardly any noticeable difference between left and right knee.  My right knee is just doing its thing and not doing its usual attention grabbing stuff.  And that 5kms?  I loved it.  I could’ve run and run and run (apart from the knee discomfort that is).  My fitness and endurance doesn’t seem to have been damaged like my poor right meniscus has.

I had an interesting experience on Friday.  I was having a quick coffee at a cafe and I was looking up meniscus on my smart phone.  A waiter stopped and said Oh, you’ve damaged your meniscus have you?  I nodded.  Don’t worry, he said, I damaged both mine at the same time and they have both healed as good as new, just rest.  I asked him how long healing had taken and he said just over a month.  I was so buoyed up by this.

Here’s to another week of the Rehab Race.  Like Deena Kasta, my current issue wasn’t caused by running, I was helping my over-worked husband.  I probably should’ve said no but that’s hard to do when we are so stretched.  Deena didn’t give up but held on to her dream.  My reality is that I might have to let go of my Ultra dream for this year, but the great thing is that it can easily be picked up again in 2017 or whenever it might be right.  That road isn’t going anywhere!  It will wait for me until me and my meniscus are ready to tackle it.

Every day is a day closer to getting back into running.  Getting the knee right has become so much more important than running the Ultra.  I’m in running for a long time, not a fast time – I hope for a lifetime.  Quitting isn’t an option.

far happy always

Happy running🙂

PS when I got my running gear out on Friday I hugged it and said Hello Old Friends.  I miss the whole routine of running so much.  Then today when I folded it all up (it’s been on the airer) I gave it all another hug.  Hopefully it won’t be too long until I can get it out again.  Come on meniscus, respond to time and rehab, Team Unsporty Woman needs you!

Slow and steady wins the Rehab Race

Of all the events I’ve ever done this one is taking the most mental toughness.  Give me a marathon over this any day!  It truly is the suckiest race of all.  But one I know will leave me with a deeper sense of gratitude for a healthy body, supportive friends and a husband who loves me.  Sigh.  So what’s been happening?

More Needles.  Twice this week.  The most recent check in with the Physio involved more ultrasound, dry needling, checking on the ITB and a return to running program.  The ITB from hip to just above the knee has responded well to treatment and isn’t sore at all.  A small section from just above the knee to the knee is still tight and a little sore.  Did you hear a loud YELP about 4:30pm AEDT on Friday?  That was me!  As a needle went in right near the pain spot I squealed!  It was the strangest sensation of contraction and release but my goodness afterwards my knee felt reborn!  It gave me hope.


This was the session on Tuesday. All up I had nine needles with three in my hip. Friday only five down around my knee.

The strength exercises have been done as prescribed as well as the new Band of Burn.  At the gym yesterday I used the weight machine for this exercise and to get as much pull on it as the Band of Burn I had to add 20kgs!  It may look like a little bit of green stretchy stuff but it’s a killer.  Afterwards?  Despite feeling the burn the ITB feels like it’s back where it should be and is happy!  (My Physio talks about making my ITB happy.  I like the way he talks.  I’m all into happy body bits that allow running to be happy).


Do you like my uggies? I don’t usually wear them doing this exercise.  I do three reps of 10 holding out for five seconds.  It doesn’t seem like a lot but the burn is real.

Swimming up and down the pool has been my thing this week.  I’m swimming for 30 minutes which would be 1km or a little more (last time I timed myself I swam a leisurely paced 1km in 28mins).  Introduced to this yesterday was 30 minutes of water running complete with funky flotation belt.  If you are ever feeling sad or down give me a call and you can come and watch me water run.  It will give you the giggles.  I quite liked it.  It felt like running🙂 I was able to talk while doing it.  AND I could look around.  Looking at the blue line of the pool can get a little tedious and I still haven’t mastered talking under water so can’t chat to anyone!  Water running is much more social and fun.

And today I was cleared for my first run of a return to running program.  It didn’t go well.  It did however feel wonderful to be running.  I managed 1.5 sets.  I’m allowed to try this everyday and go up as instructed and increase the sessions to twice a day.  But any increase is only to happen without any pain.  I’m not going to try again until Tuesday.


Oh how I have missed my running man who signals the start of every run.

Oh how I have missed my running man who signals the start of every run.  He’s a handsome wee figure with an awesome running style!

Pauly marking out the course for me. What better place than to run to the Hay Barn which was my first ever running goal.

Pauly marking out the course for me. What better place than to run to the Hay Barn which was my first ever running goal.


The course was marked with Tail Paint that we use on the farm to mark tails funnily enough!

The calves ran up and down with me until Pauly decided to video them so of course they stopped!

The calves ran up and down with me until Pauly decided to video them so of course they stopped!

I can keep going on my return to running program if there is no pain.  What is pain exactly?  Is it the same as discomfort?  Do I keep running until I’m limping?  Is that pain?  Pain is such a subjective concept.  I don’t want to run with any elevating discomfort.  That’s what I’m calling pain.  So while I reckon I could’ve easily slogged out 5km with where the discomfort was at I decided that it had increased enough for me to stop.  I don’t want to undo all the rehab achieved and end up back at the start line or worse with a harder handicapped start!  That would feel like being at the 25km mark of a marathon and being told that I had to start over.  Oh the agony!

In all the Rehab Race is progressing pretty well.  I would like my pace to be much faster but in this race a fast pace could signal disaster.  Two steps forwards, one step back but making progress.  Slow and steady is the only pace that will win this biggest event of my running story to date.

On a win I have learnt how to pronounce two new Pakistani names with confidence.  I have met some lovely new people at the Physio Practice who empathise with me  but who laugh at my jokes.  Best of all I’ve learnt that I am braver about needles than I thought I was.  Dry needling has made a huge difference with the healing of my unhappy right ITB. I look forward to each session!  Unsporty Women Can Run and Can Brave Dry Needling.

But I have a problem.  While I am completely ready to withdraw from the Ultra, the Physio and Pauly say I will be able to do it.  If it was an event where numbers were capped and it was difficult to get an entry it would be a no-brainer.  I’d have withdrawn weeks ago.  It isn’t.  I don’t even want a refund.  It’s a sporting group that put  it on.  They don’t make a profit.  I’m happy for my entry to be a donation to them.  This return to running program will show the Physio and Pauly what I can do.  Proof will be in the pudding.

And today for the first time in what feels like forever but it’s only a few weeks I can really say…

Happy Running🙂  🙂    :)

Thank you so much to everyone for your support.  It’s hard to write a running blog when I’m not running but this is all part of it.  I have been particularly humbled by caring comments from readers who don’t usually comment.  They have meant so much to me that I simply can’t put it into words.  Thank you x

Motivation to run

Many runners struggle with motivation to get out that door and run.  It’s getting ready to run that’s the trouble and getting out the door rather than running itself.

Motivation is rarely an issue for this Unsporty Woman, such is my love (addiction) to running that getting out the door is a joy.  Most training runs involve running with someone else.  This in itself is a motivation.  You have an appointment with Louie.  Don’t be late!  I tell myself.  Or I’m going into town to run with The Running Group or to go to pakrun or the Launceston Running Club.  These runs are easy to get going and get done.  I have an appointment.  I said I would be there.  Letting other people down isn’t an option unless for a very good reason and not being bothered isn’t a good reason.


What to do?

Here are my tips to get out that door and run:

  1. Program in procrastination time.
    If I’m running after work (which is usually the case) I’ll give myself a block of time to potter about, procrastinate and be tardy and lazy.  I enjoy procrastinating!  It’s lovely to potter about without any goal in mind.  But it has to have a finite amount of time.  With a set block of time I can truly enjoy procrastinating and wallow in all its loveliness.  Once that time is up, it’s out the door I go!
  2. Put on running underwear in the morning.
    I couldn’t possibly imagine putting on running underwear in the morning and not taking it for a run after work!  What a waste that would be (at least that’s what I tell myself).  You don’t have any running underwear??? Invest in some!  Even Pauly has a couple of nice pairs of manly man-style running jocks that he is only allowed to wear for running.
  3. Remember the procrastination time?  Just before that ends I grab my GPS watch and sit it outside to find the satellite connection.
    I simply have to go for a run now, that would be a waste of a connection if I don’t.
  4. Have a plan.
    Even if I’m not training for an event (and there have been times when I haven’t) I have a plan for my running.  Plans keep me honest and on track.  Plans are a bit like having an appointment with ourselves.  Just as we don’t want to let running buddies down we shouldn’t want to let ourselves down either!
  5. Join parkrun.
    There is nothing like a commitment to get us running.  parkrun is more like a family than a running thing.  This is where I’ve met so many runners who are now my friends.  The benefits are amazing and I’ve written about them so much.  Visit the website and find out if there is one near you.  parkrun is a weekly appointment for a 5km tempo run for me.
  6. Enter a virtual run.  
    There are so many out there!  Some are for specific distances on specific days.  Others are setting a goal mileage/kilometre-age for a designated month.  They are a great way to stay motivated.  And usually there is a medal arriving in the mail at the end.  Sweet!  They say it takes 28 days to form a habit.  A month dedicated to a virtual run that’s raising money for something you believe in will help create a good running habit.
  7. Think of someone who can’t run right now (me🙂 ) and devote a run to them!
    There are many people I’ve dedicated runs to both training runs and events.  From my friends who have battled terrible diseases to fellow runners doing the Rehab Race.  There is always someone we know who can’t run who would love to be.  Don’t waste those able legs just because you can’t be bothered.  Running is a gift.  Go unwrap it and enjoy it.

Seven tried and true methods to get out that door and run.


Here are some links to my favourite virtual runs:

  • Kms4Kids – helping kids with Type 1 Diabetes and the project is organised by a wonderful running friend, Deb, who has Type 1 Diabetes herself.
  • Virtual run for the Indigenous Marathon Project – helping send a team of Indigenous Australians to run the New York Marathon.  I love EVERYTHING about this cause.  I met some of the organisers at the Gold Coast Marathon Expo this year and I was so excited to be able to say that Louie and I have this on our list of runs to do each year.
  • Run the New Year – this one raised funds for the Make a Wish Foundation and has links to other runs that raise funds for great causes.

Do a search for virtual runs and there are just so many to choose from all around the world…don’t get me started on the Disney Virtual Run… haven’t done that one yet but oh my goodness the medals are wonderful!

Go on, get motivated.  Get out that door and run!


Happy running🙂

PS the Rehab Race is going pretty well, I’m keeping pace and my form isn’t slipping.  The finish line is still a ways off (around who knows how many bends, it’s currently out of sight) but I’m hydrating and taking on appropriate fuel and the headspace is finally coming right, yay for mental toughness.  This fixing of the headspace is due to the beautiful support from so many (feeling humble) thank you.  I’ve been introduced to a rather innocuous looking green band today who I have affectionately dubbed The Band of Burn.  I’ll do another update on the Rehab Race at the end of the week.

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?


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.


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.