I think it’s fair to say that this little blog has been somewhat neglected, but it’s not for want of me thinking about it and *trying* to get things done. But if I’ve learned anything from the experience I’m about to describe, it’s that I can no longer afford to beat myself up about that, because I’m learning how to pace. Continue reading
I really didn’t want to write this, but after several people contacted me today, I fear I may have to give this fire a little oxygen before snuffing it out for good.
Wrapped snugly in my embarrassingly floral dressing gown with a recently washed and disgruntled dog wrapped around my shoulders, I am feeling pretty comfortable, in the physical sense, anyway. What is rather uncomfortably occupying my mind is the day I have had. My day isn’t really a patch on what the racers went through. Continue reading
Despite the oft-posted doom and gloom about feeling tired, I have slotted quite nicely back into the real world. It helps that Real World happenings have been peppered with beautiful holidays, random trips to Toughest Copenhagen, the Red Bull Steeplechase, and of course, the OCR World Champs. I have been tired. Very tired. Exhausted even. But that has been tinged with a quiet air of accomplishment and happiness, and I am just fine with that. Continue reading
Respectfully, I ask, of course.
How getting out of town got me out of my head
Everybody needs a bit of downtime once in a while. Unfortunately a lot of my internal stress comes from not having the chance to do any exercise, consistently underperforming at races and not seeing a great improvement in my fitness. The obvious answer was therefore to combine an adventure abroad with some training. That’s where Toughest LAB came in. Continue reading
Earlier this week, a photograph cropped up on Facebook. It’s innocuous enough, but it was posted to open a discussion. Contrary to popular belief, we women don’t walk around looking for things to be offended by, but it was nice to be asked the question, ‘Is this okay?’ Continue reading
Well, one might say I’ve always struggled with the UK Champs, despite it only having existed for a year. I almost bottled it in November, and I intermittently sobbed my way around the course, aiming for completion rather than any semblance of competition. That was more of a reflection of my state of mind at the time, rather than the race itself, because Nuclear is fantastic. The course was very well thought out, and the obstacles were largely achievable with appropriate training.
Somehow, despite the absolutely fantastically innovative and deserving Judgement Day team taking over the build for 2016, in one of my favourite venues no less, the idea of going to the UK Champs this year is about as appealing as sticking my foot in a blender. And there’s a reason for that – our own governing body. Continue reading
It’s midnight, and I’ve just taken some Night Nurse. This could be nonsense or it could be utterly profound, but most likely it will sit somewhere in the middle.
I’ve been fighting off the beginnings of some kind of Evil Virus (possibly just a cold) this week, and it’s come at a time where I really didn’t need it. Alas, it is here and I have to just cope with it because neither hell nor high water (and there’ll be a lot of that) will stop me from running Tough Guy the Original tomorrow. Continue reading