tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26047395272592446162024-03-07T06:04:41.562+11:00Triathlons and beyond.Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02833073049586917325noreply@blogger.comBlogger463125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604739527259244616.post-45898334844543789592014-07-28T08:02:00.002+10:002014-07-28T08:02:49.077+10:00How do you feel?<div style="text-align: center;">
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I feel seriously amazing. How about you? What has this last week brought forth to you? Whatever it was I sure hope it made you smile and feel proud of yourself.<br />
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I had an amazing week of training and living. Training has kicked off with a bang - no place moreso than in the water. I don't feel as though I have lost any strength in there whatsoever since Port Mac IM. And might I say its so nice to be home. Im really looking forward to challenging myself in the water this off season and to see exactly what it is that I can put myself through. I feel like its important to keep setting goals for myself, to not let myself become complacent. But most of all to have fun in the process and to see what this "<i><b>old duck</b></i>" is capable of. I feel if I can still hold a 3min for my 200m Freestyle without pushing to hard after nearly 10 weeks off of training, then the skies the limit - and thats exciting.<br />
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Just yesterday I also proved to myself that I can hold a 30km/hr average speed on my bike too. Helps when you have a handsome man to ride with. Thanks Rob for a beautiful morning of riding. Lets do it again shall we? Nothing better than a beautiful brisk morning, getting on your bike, feeling the breeze against your face and feeling free and sharing the moment with someone you care about.<br />
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Now I have been challenged. I love challenges. Always have. But this challenge has a slight twist to it and I am going to share it all with you. I have been challenged by Rob to add certain HUGE words into my blog posts. One or two words per post but you will all be alerted to the word/s of the next week at the bottom of each post. Starting with:-<br />
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Stay tuned for a chuckle. I could find a novel way of using these words like no-one has ever used them before.</div>
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Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02833073049586917325noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604739527259244616.post-70184624874172290152014-07-20T12:25:00.001+10:002014-07-20T12:25:07.321+10:00And so it begins again.Its amazing how quickly life flies by without you even being truly aware of the momentum it has gained whilst your head has been immersed in all of lifes antics.<br />
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I realised a day or so ago that one of my greatest pleasures had been put on the back burner for far too long and it was high time I brought this passion back out into the world......writing. And so it is here that I find myself in front of my friend - my laptop - some 11mths since its last post, pondering its contents and how best to begin expressing in great detail what has transpired.<br />
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Considering this blog is all about me and my life in the Triathlon world, I guess its only right that I should mention up front that Barbie completed her very first Ironman Triathlon on May 4th 2014.Yes, you read correctly so no need to refresh your screen....During Barbie's temporary hiatus from blogging, she found it within herself to become an Ironman. Cant believe it??? I'm still pinching myself, believe me.<br />
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May 2013 I signed up yet again for another attempt at the dream of accomplishing my dream which had eluded me due to illness. When I signed up for it, I did not realise in the coming months how much the training and getting to that start line was going to help me through quite possibly the toughest times in my life, and how much it was going to mean to me. I was completely going to give it my all from the very beginning irrespective of the unforeseen changes about to arise in my life. However, on those particular mornings, afternoons, evenings where life was getting slightly too 'real', having my training outlet really helped me not only work through particular issues but it also gave me focus and an opportunity to zone out as well. Training and exercise are good that way.<br />
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The day itself was everything I could have wanted and more and I literally think I smiled the whole way except for when I had a mini meltdown just prior to the swim start. Thank goodness for Paul being in there with me and giving me a big hug or I think I could have lost it. His big bear hug was everything I needed to settle my nerves. </div>
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So now I could go on and on about the actual day itself and all of my experiences and feelings, but we could still be here next year, as I am still recalling new things everyday about that day. But the one thing I do know and would like you all to know - is that I cannot thank everyone enough who played a part in making my dream become reality. And the one thing that I totally shocked myself with is that I beat my own estimated time by 1.5hrs. In my head I had thought roughly 14 - 14.5hrs. But I came in at </div>
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I was completely stoked. I later found out that my coach and close friend Jen had this time programmed in her head for me from the very beginning. Love you heaps Jen. You helped me through some very difficult times and helped keep me focused when I felt like I couldn't go on. And so now our next adventure begins. Are you ready???</div>
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So, now I find myself on this end of another training program...prepping myself for the Western Sydney 70.3 on the 30th of November. Am I excited ???? You bet ya. Will I be challenged moreso than any other time in terms of time constraints? Yes. Do I care? No. Ask me again if Im excited...... you bet ya. Im going to be doing something that I truly love.<br />
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The great thing is that I will still be having Jen from <a href="http://sparta-pt.com/">Sparta PT</a> training me and I wouldn't have it any other way. She totally gets me. Week one has been started and Ive already had a slight hiccup as I still don't think I am 100% recovered.... yes still from IM. Right glute or hamstring is still not 100% happy but can't afford to have it looked at or massaged so stretching and foam rolling are my new found friends.<br />
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So now the exciting thing is that I am now proudly sponsored by <a href="http://www.yerbamateaustralia.com.au/">Yerba Mate Australia</a>. What is Yerba Mate I hear you ask? Well, for all those who know me and my ethnicity I am Australian born but have Uruguayan blood flowing through my veins. Part of our heritage and cultural upbringing revolves around sharing stories and quiet moments drinking Mate. Mate is South Americas green tea. You have a variety of ways to drink Mate however the traditional way is through a Gourd and drinking straw. </div>
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Mate helps fight fatigue and boosts energy. It also is high in antioxidants and has less caffeine than coffee and even green tea itself. The best thing about Mate for me is the flavour itself and the fact that you can literally consume a whole thermos of hot water without even realising it - so a great way of hydrating. My mum, eldest son and I will sit around drinking Mate regularly sharing in good family stories, much the same way as one would over dinner. In South America its common practice to see people getting on public transport with their thermos and Mate the same way that you would see people here walking around with their Gloria Jeans coffee. My mother best describes her experiences with Mate as like having a special moment with a "close friend". She finds peace, relaxation and companionship and her routine is to have her Mate every afternoon, either on her own or shared with friends. I am so proud to be sponsored by Yerba Mate Australia and look forward to sharing my journey with them and with South Americans alike.<br />
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So I will leave you with a few images from my day at Port Macquarie Ironman. SO excited to be back.<br />
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Wow, cant get over how long it's been since I last put fingers to keyboard and entered a post. The last one was in June this year and boy, has alot transpired since then. It has been an absolute whirlwind of events which has left my head completely spinning and have had pretty much no time to think beyond what it is I have had to do for the exact day that I am living. Its hard to know that your days are blending into one, and as much as you try to separate each day or each event so that you are living in the moment - you find at times that you are losing the battle. But on the flip side - whilst there have been many negative events which have made me question almost everything, there have also been many positives of which have made me proud and kept me going.</div>
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Firstly, my gorgeous twins have graduated from High School. Where has time gone? Seems like only yesterday I held them in my arms or walked them through the gates on their first day of school. And now they are stepping into life as adults and seeing all that which life has to offer.</div>
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Am I proud of them? Oh my goodness YES. I really couldn't be any prouder. As a Mum they have made me proud every step of the way. They have worked hard and never lost sight of what it was they wanted. That's not to say they haven't made me want to pull my hair out from the roots and run out screaming from time to time, but for every time that has happened they have made me proud tenfold. My wish for them is that they have a life of which they are proud. That they can one day look back and say "<b><i>I lived my life taking full advantage of every opportunity that came my way</i></b>". To my beautiful twins - Mum loves you and is confident that your life will be AMAZING, EXTRAORDINARY, and ABUNDANT in all things good.</div>
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Secondly, I have started my own company. Who would have thunk it???? Me, a business owner.....WOW. I have been at it since the 15th July and have loved every minute. What is my business about? Well initially it started out as just making a head warmer for myself because I was strapped for cash and couldn't spend alot of money. Then, after a few hilariously grossed out rudimentary attempts, I made one just how I wanted it thanks to the help from a very good friend.</div>
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The word just started to spread and then before I knew it I was in full swing and making head warmers left, right and centre. The thing I believe that makes me different is that I make it to measure your head. And you get to choose your colours as well. What could be better really. If you are interested in seeing what Barbs Bands are all about - click <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BarbsBands">HERE</a>. I'm sure you will like what you see. Barbs Bands website is currently under construction so will add the website details here when it is up and running. But my FB page will show you all that is current.</div>
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I have been lucky enough to break into the cycling, triathlon, running and Crossfit arenas. With 2 big bulk orders coming from <a href="http://www.kangazilla.com/"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Kangazilla</b></span></a> and <a href="http://witsup.com/"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Witsup.com</b></span></a>. I still have to pinch myself that this has happened because just over 3 months ago I couldn't sew to save myself. But somehow, I found it within myself and have found an absolute passion in making my Barbs Bands. Each are individually done by hand by me and I'm really proud of their quality. Where else can you say that you are wearing something that doesn't have that mass production feel about it.<br />
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I have since started making sweat bands for the warmer months. Many of my sweat bands are now in another country making there mark in the World Champs of Triathlon known as <a href="http://ap.ironman.com/triathlon-news/articles/2013/09/record-numbers-queue-for-kona.aspx#axzz2h5NtuXh6"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ironman</b></span></a>. Yep, my sweat bands are in Kailua Kona, HAWAII. I cannot believe it. This little girl may never make it as a competitor to Kailua Kona, but my bands will. And they will be on the heads of competitors and spectators alike. Can't wait to see footage and photos. I'm going to feel super proud. Actually I already do. I love Triathlons and the people involved within the sport. Not only have I been made to feel welcomed but also I have felt truly supported all the time. Thanks everyone so much.<br />
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The other amazing thing that has happened is that I was nominated for a "Soaring Solo" award from the <b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.womenwithaltitude.com.au/">Women With Altitude</a> </span></b>forum. So very exciting. This award is given to women who are running their business on their own with plans for future growth. That's me. I'm so excited. Can't believe I was nominated. So here's to soaring solo.<br />
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So whilst that's not all that is happening in my world that sure is the best of whats happening in my world. And I have started the slow and grinding road back to some normality. It hasn't been easy by any stretch of the imagination, but I do know that at some point in the future it will be everything I have dreamed of and more.</div>
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Sometimes you just have to step outside yourself and the daily grind you find yourself in, and do things for others to realise what it is you really truly have in your hands. I find when I'm doing something for someone, I am at my most happiest. I feel I'm serving a purpose in my life that conjurs up feelings of self worth, gratitude, happiness and most of all kindness - something which I truly believe this world is really lacking in. It makes me look deep within myself and really analyse my life and not take what I have for granted nor get to bogged down with those things which I dont have. That's not to say I don't slip up and fall back into old ways but I feel that by doing a good deed, it makes me feel like a better person because I know I'm helping someone who is struggling.</div>
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So last weekend - myself and a few friends took part in the MS 24hr Megaswim. The feelings I got by accomplishing this goal were on par with what I had accomplished with the Cycling Cerebellums ride to Melbourne. I felt so proud and honoured to know that by doing what I was doing it was helping friends and others who are living with Multiple Sclerosis.</div>
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Did you know that "<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i>Diagnosis of MS is typically between 20 and 40 years of age, although onset of symptoms may be earlier. Three times more women are affected by MS than men and it is more common in cooler climates. </i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="color: #333333;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">In Australia, over 21,000 people currently have MS however this figure is increasing as diagnosis methods become more advanced. </span><br style="color: #333333;" /><br style="color: #333333;" /><span style="color: #333333;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">One in 20 Australians will be touched by MS through a family member, colleague or friend who is living with the disease</i>". ~</span></span><a href="http://www.megaswim.com/Default.aspx">http://www.megaswim.com/Default.aspx</a>~<br />
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So it's with this in mind - knowing full well that I have close friends with this condition that I am spurred on to want to do whatever it is I can to help.<br />
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We called ourselves "Team Stay Afloat" - a quirky yet original name - which the team really loved. And we stood by that name for the whole 24hrs. When we first got there we were given a few sheets to check off. These had 100m increment boxes up to every kilometre that you had to check off. The first page went to 53km and when I saw this I remember giggling and thinking "<b><i>yeah sure, 53km is alot</i></b>". But then the second page went to 110km or so and I thought "<b><i>who can get to 110km swimming</i></b>". Obviously the organisers knew something I didn't, and that's why they are the organisers.<br />
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As the hours clicked down and the final minutes were being counted we turned out 30min swim slots turned into a 200m relay to wake us all up - and that it did perfectly. The team voted me in to swim us across the finish line and the magic 24hr mark - what an honour it was. I will post up a video shortly of it -so stay tuned to this space.</div>
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Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02833073049586917325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604739527259244616.post-77119233740980999892013-06-12T12:41:00.004+10:002013-06-12T12:41:45.032+10:00The tide is turning<div style="text-align: justify;">
Sometimes it is so hard to see beyond the fog. Life can become so thick with activity and in my case - injuries - its been hard to see the end goal through the misty haze. You seem to get over one thing, and then you get hit with something else. Not sure why this happens, it's not like I've been asking for it, but somehow and with some gentle coaxing from friends I've come to realise that things are happening for a reason - and that reason is to get every reason out of the way so when I do get into the thick of training, there is nothing reason left to get in my way. </div>
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I've been really focusing on keeping a healthy diet with a few relaxed eating days. And whilst there have been days where I've been missing training, I'm still getting out and doing what I can when I can. I'm still only at 2 x 25min walks but my cycling is definitely getting better. Still nowhere near where I was but I've started to notice that my legs are feeling stronger. I've noticed it more so in my windtrainer sets with Sparta. My cadence is getting better at staying up around 90 during race pace sets, and I've been feeling less fatigued when having to hold the hard slower cadence of 60. It's not to say it doesn't hurt, but it is definitely starting to feel slightly more manageable, much to my delight.</div>
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The one thing that my body has been struggling with alot is muscular tightness. Quite badly. I'm stretching and foam rolling but its not feeling any better. Maybe over time, the tightness will subside with regular stretching. I've especially noticed it in my back and had to go and pay yet another visit to my physio for them to work on it as the spasm was so bad I was in an awful lot of pain. So now the foam roller is my best friend with regular backward stretching on it to help alleviate the tightness. You should hear the cracking going on in there - its like listening to a bowl of Rice Bubbles.</div>
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But on the up side - my stupid little tough is behaving, and it only hurts when I knock it. I'm still regularly taking my Calcium and Vit D tablets so I'm hoping its all helping to heal it up, not that I'm expecting miracles. But, if there is any improvement, which there is - I'm happy. They still haven't found a reason for my Osteopenia but are in the process of trying to find an answer. And being the ever impatient me, I want the answers now so I know what I'm dealing with. But it doesn't seem I will get answers anytime soon, not going back to see the specialist now for another 5 weeks - ughhhhh. Just have to stay focused on doing my exercises and time will go past quickly.</div>
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I have a fun activity which I am doing with 7 other friends in 10 days. We are doing a 24hr Megaswim in aid of people with Multiple Sclerosis. Can't wait actually - I've never swum in the wee small hours of the morning, and I haven't done it with a bunch of friends either. So to share this experience with them for such a great cause will be absolutely amazing indeed. We are almost at our goal of $1000 - and would love it if you could help our cause and team "Stay Afloat". If you would like to donate click <b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://events.megaswim.com/?Stay+Afloat">HERE</a></span></b>. Every dollar is helpful and I know you will be helping those with MS live an easier life. </div>
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Literally. Seems there has been a reason this whole time for my inability to get my legs and body in running mode. Ive never know anyone - well atleast since starting in this Triathlon world who has had as many tormenting down days as me. Seems I take a few promising forward steps and then my body for whatever reason chose to make me stop dead in my tracks more times than I would like to count.</div>
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So when I decided to stupidly fracture and dislocate my toe ten days after coming out of my boot I decided it was high time that things get checked out properly, once and for all. Cant tell you how sick and tired of having bone pain Ive been. Ive had more scans than I would like to count and if I could glow radioactively, I would. So when I finally insisted on having a Bone Density Scan I think the GP was slightly put out by a 39yr requesting a scan that is normally reserved for the older population.</div>
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Well enough of me. Yesterday a few friends of mine competed in The Northface 100 and 50. OMG, talk about hard. I don't even think the word hard comes even remotely close to what my inspirational friends accomplished yesterday. </div>
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Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02833073049586917325noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604739527259244616.post-72513291026174444462013-05-07T14:30:00.000+10:002013-05-07T14:30:00.000+10:00Anyone got a roll?<div style="text-align: justify;">
Of bubble wrap that is. Seems I need it in surplus of late. I can't seem to keep from hurting myself and it's becoming a bit of a joke. Last Wednesday I decided to add insult to injury by fracturing and dislocating my left little toe at the vets. A stupid accident but nonetheless it has put me out for another few weeks of healing time. So those first few tentative walking steps I took a week or so ago have now come to a grinding holt - yet again. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it, and as a close friend said to me "<b><i>maybe it's life's way of making 100% sure that the leg that just came out of the boot gets a bit more rest time</i></b>", thanks Mel. I think your right too.</div>
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So I'm not going to sit here and sulk - I think I have done enough of that. I'm going to just get on with it and work again on my strength - SWIMMING. If I thought I was getting stronger before - I now have renewed motivation to want to get even stronger. Maybe this is the universes way of telling me to keep my eye's on my goal "<b>Aussi Masters Games in October</b>". Maybe I got slightly sidetracked as soon as I was told I could walk and ride again and I needed a slight reminder of how important this was to me. So it's time to get cracking with 5 months to go.</div>
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I have a few goals I would like to meet at these games. One is to crack the sub 30 secs barrier for my 50m Freestyle. Secondly I want to hit sub 34 secs for my 50m Backstroke. I would also like to try and get a sub 1:10 for my 100m Freestyle and try for a 10:30-11 min for my 800m Freestyle. Not sure if achievable but I sure am going to give it my everything. Of that I can assure you.<br />
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Anyways, on the weekend was Ironman Australia at Port Macquarie. It was the one I was meant to be participating in before all went wrong. And whilst I was slightly hesitant to say the least about going (not sure how I feel about not being in that water for the start), I'm really quite glad I went. It just added fuel to the fire that was brewing. Second time lucky for next year. It was such a buzz watching all of my team mates compete. I not only swam with them, I rode with them and ran with them in spirit on Sunday. I yelled till I couldn't yell anymore and walked till my little toe couldn't walk anymore. But one things for sure - I didn't feel at all devastated, it was just what I needed. My club, <a href="http://www.pantherstriclub.com.au/calendar/calendar_index.htm"><b>Panthers Tri Club</b></a>, has awesome competitors and fantastic family members supporting them. To those who completed yet another Ironman, completed their first or smashed it up and got PB's - you are all my INSPIRATION. I want to be like you all when I grow up. And I look forward to crossing that finish line and experiencing that HIGH next year with you all....<br />
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At the start line something completely amazing/magical happened. Out of 1602 competitors that took to the water there at Port Macquarie - I made eye contact with one sole competitor and smiled and wished her luck. I don't know why out of everyone there that I chose her to smile to but it just happened. She proceeded to stand up - lift her goggles off her eyes and say "<b><i>Barbie? I've been reading your blog. Im going to do this for you today!</i></b>". Needless to say I burst into tears, and my husband Stephen had tears in his eyes too. If I could have jumped into the water and given her a cuddle I would have but before I could show her just how much that meant to me - off went the siren and she was gone. All day I searched to see her face out on the course so not sure how she went but if you are reading this - please let me know how you went and know that you really did make my day. I hope you got that medal and are wearing it super proudly. You deserve it.<br />
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This weekend was also super special because IM day was also my husbands 50th. The night before we went out with a whole bunch of our close friends to celebrate and we had an AWESOME time. Thankyou to everyone for sharing in it - I know how much it meant to Stephen. And thankyou to everyone on Sunday who wished him Happy Birthday - he felt really special. I will never forget this weekend as long as I live.<br />
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Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02833073049586917325noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604739527259244616.post-10899465622067897652013-04-24T09:51:00.001+10:002013-04-24T09:51:31.754+10:00I think<div style="text-align: justify;">
Yeah, I know, hard to believe - Barb thinks. But contrary to popular belief - Barb thinks alot. Mind is continually active in search of new things, new goals, new ideas, new dreams. But the one thing that has never required alot of thinking as it has just remained a part of who I am since falling upon this wonderful sport, is that I LOVE <b><i><a href="http://www.triathlon.org.au/" target="_blank">TRIATHLONS</a></i></b>. Everything about it - literally makes me smile. And whilst it's not been the most injury free of sports I could have chosen, it is the sport which challenges me in every conceivable way.</div>
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I've never really thought about why it is I love it so much. But I'm sure if I had to write a list - it would be humongous. But the one thing that sticks out the most is the friendships I have made. Never have they failed to support and encourage me in my quest to want to do better. And for that I am truly thankful. So it's with that in mind, over the last few weeks I have started to mingle with the idea again of trying to reach the goal i had set last year.</div>
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Only this time, the difference is that my running will take the major focus. Not that it hasn't before - but it is going to be slow and completely focused on keeping my lower limbs happy. Even if that means the majority of my training is walking, then so be it. I'm going to make this happen if it's the last thing I do. I'm not one to give up on my dreams and this has been one of mine since I did my first <span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><a href="http://barbie-tryingatri.blogspot.com/b/post-preview?token=LbjvOj4BAAA.fssCjKgI620dq_spiurNbA.MevnjackD-aCOvPFy3a8aw&postId=6248588765081853443&type=POST">70.3</a></i></b></span> in 2011. So I will get there - just watch me.<br />
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So yesterday I did my first ride on the road. Now don't get all excited - leave that to me :) It was only 24km but it was the best 24km of my life. Check out the ridiculous grin.<br />
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Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02833073049586917325noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604739527259244616.post-63882314663293789532013-04-22T09:54:00.002+10:002013-04-22T09:54:28.464+10:00To dream<div style="text-align: center;">
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For the last however many weeks since my injury I have been dreaming. Dreaming with EYES WIDE OPEN for that moment where I would be able to walk those first cautiously tentative steps towards my dream again. I have yearned to be a part of a community again which has given me so much. </div>
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So when Steve my physio said that I could do a walk, let me tell you - I think I gave him the biggest cuddle ever. It really was like all my Christmas' had come at once. Ive been waiting for those words for ages. And it almost felt as though those words would never come. But here they are!!!! I am able to walk.</div>
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So yesterday - I took the opportunity whilst the sun was shining to go for my walk. The sun shone about as brightly as my smile. And if I had of been on my own during this walk I still think I would have smiled as brightly albeit it would have looked slightly weird. But instead - I went on my first glorious walk with my beautiful daughter. It couldn't have been any better if I tried. We had the best time, a great mother/daughter bonding session. And there was a little competitiveness that came out in us both with some unsuspecting male walkers. It was so funny - our goal was to stay ahead of them for the entire walk - however, right at the very end they took a short cut and beat us to the finish line. Somehow I think they may have known we were trying to beat them or MAYBE they were trying to beat us. Either way, a little healthy competition never hurt anyone :) I might just clarify here though that it wasn't a fast walk either. And this morning I feel great.</div>
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When I heard the news that I wasn't able to compete in IMOZ, I was completely devastated. I got so down in the dumps and wondered why me, again, this sucks, I give up, Im over it. Just felt like another low blow. When I finally got over myself - I realised that there were still so many opportunities that I had in front of me. And it was unfair <b><span style="font-size: large;">to me</span></b> to allow them to float on by without grabbing them and using them to my advantage. After all - how many people out there who are in far worse conditions than mine make the most of their situation and succeed regardless of their physical limitations. I was acting like an absolute spoilt twit. One way or another they used their limitations to enhance the things they were able to do - and I had to take a leaf out of their book.</div>
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One way or another - is now my motto. I have shown myself that I dont need my feet to help me swim - I can swim without them AND Im getting stronger. I have also shown myself that whilst I can't ride and run - I can continue with my strength and conditioning classes and smash out quality sessions. But most of all - I have proven to myself mentally - that there is no barrier I cannot overcome only that which is self imposed. One way or another - everything is attainable - you just have to change your mindset.</div>
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I read those words above and something deep within becomes ignited. When I was younger, whilst I was (most mornings) coaxed into the water by my Mum because I was a whinger, once there I felt such a sense of freedom. I looked forward to getting in the lane with my brothers and trying to keep up. I loved the fact that I was given the opportunity to try and prove what I was capable of everytime I got in the water for a race. And whilst the hours and kilometres of training were sometimes (most times) more than I wanted as a kid, now as an adult I am loving it and look forward to getting down to the pool and proving to myself yet again - that I have what it takes.</div>
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Now when I say "<i><b>have what it takes</b></i>"....... it's not to try and win BUT it is to try and tell myself that no matter how I go or what the outcome ..... I gave it my all and I worked my toosh off for the best possible outcome for me. This is for me and no-one else. For every goal that I conquer regardless of it's size, I have gone one step forward to feeling proud of the person I am. </div>
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Now when I get in the water I feel such a sense of freedom. It really does feel so beautiful for me to just go up and down a lane at the pool. Whether it be a nice easy recovery swim or some flat out hard sessions - I find something about each and everyone of those sessions to be thankful for. Whether it be the fact that my stroke count is improving, times are getting faster, stroke is getting longer and more effective or just that for that very moment I got to do something that I love - for me - swimming at this point has become my life (aside from family and friends of course).</div>
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Every week I have been challenged since getting the boot from physio. Which has meant that all of my swim sets have been with pullbouy and band. And whilst it's been tough to say the least I have been really excited at finishing each of my sets. I have perfected the art of doing fly, backstroke and breatsroke completely leg free and I can feel my arms getting heaps stronger. Now when I do a stroke I can feel it has intention. Love it. Last week I even clocked up 16kms worth of swimming. Havent done anything like that - <b>SINCE FOREVER. </b>And I feel really proud of myself.</div>
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Ive even signed up for the Aussi Masters in Geelong in October. Ive signed up for 6 races - 50 & 100 Frs, 50 & 100 & 200 Bks and the 800m Frs. How exciting. It's going to feel like the good old days when I was doing Metrops, State and Nationals. So it's time to get my training face on and go conquer my goal. Time to work hard in the water and smash my strength and conditioning sets. Time to get focused and have tunnel vision. I want to try and hit a sub 30 secs for my 50 Frs and try to beat my time of 34 secs for my 50 Back. Here's to giving it a good hard crack. Yeeha.</div>
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Im going to swim for me, for the little swimmer inside of me. For the girl who gave up on herself many years ago. Im going to make me proud.</div>
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My lack of posting has not been because I haven't had anything to do - if anything I think I have been inundated with a multitude of things to keep my mind off carrying my boot around. Yep, Im in a big, black, heavy contraption aimed at keeping my foot completely immobile so it can heal. Whilst it's quite possibly the most annoying and hottest thing I have had to lug around - for the last 4 days I have had no pain whatsoever (well maybe a little) and by a little I mean a REAL little - almost not worth mentioning. The swelling is next to none existent by the end of the day which is awesome. So whilst Im not keen on my boot - its helping and for that I am thankful. Tomorrow is Day 10 and I see physio so fingers crossed he is happy, because I am.</div>
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During this time I have also had my 39th birthday. I think I had the longest birthday ever recorded. It spanned over the greater part of a week. I had a wonderful dinner with my family, followed by a great dinner with friends, followed yet again by an awesome lunch with friends again. Could it have gotten any better???? Not sure that can be topped. I was spoilt rotten with gifts, phone calls, text and FB messages. I really felt extremely special. Nice to know people are thinking of you. </div>
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During my down time, my love for cooking has taken on a whole new passion. I have experimented and found new flavours and concepts and started my own page on FB called <span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/518293291537703/" target="_blank">Foodie Friends</a></b></span>. We are a great network of avid food lovers just trying to make good meals for our families and friends and share our recipes so that we can inspire and be inspired. Come join us. We would love to have you along.</div>
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Ive also found a new passion - local markets. Oh the treasures you find in these places. Not just great food and produce at a really good price, but arty crafty stuff. These women and men spend hours perfecting their art. They are so talented. I really dont have a crafty bone in my body and really take my hat off to those who have this gift in their hands.I came across 3 wonderful stalls in general of which I purchased or placed an order in. The first was <b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.bellaboheme.com.au/" target="_blank">Bella Boheme</a>.</span></b> My eyes got drawn to this amazing stall - so bright and cheery with the most gorgeous of things in there. I loved it. This beautiful basket caught my eye and I just had to have it. So now when I go market shopping I will go in style. Thankyou Emma. Check out her website.</div>
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Amazing how much beauty and creativity is around. Im surrounded by artistic people. My friend Danielle gave me this beautiful gift for my birthday which she made. I just love it. Look at the detail. Thankyou Danielle, this was a beautiful surprise.</div>
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And then there is my talented daughter. I cannot begin to tell you how proud I am of her and her artistic abilities. She is completely self taught and is a down right genius when it comes to artwork. And I can tell you she didnt get it from me. I would love for my readers here on this blog to join my daughter on her FB page - <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Taillah-Hughes-Artworks/358938217548044?fref=ts" target="_blank"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Taillah Hughes Artworks</span></b></a> as she shows her talents to the world. Follow her journey as she lives her passion, her dream. I would really appreciate it.</div>
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Life in the Hughes household over the last month and a bit has been somewhat BUSY to say the least. It's been a rollercoaster of emotions and trips to the physio just trying to get me recovered from my annoying stress injuries. Feels like I have been doing a constant CHA CHA - one minute ok and the next not so good, with the light at the end of the tunnel appearing and disappearing continuously. Am I getting frustrated? YEP. Frankly getting quite sick and tired of it - but I keep trying to stay positive and happy, looking for things to do to keep me focused on staying healthy. </div>
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Physio has been trying really hard to keep me out of a boot, and through no fault of theirs or my own, my feet just are not co-operating. Having to walk, stand, drive and use them for just about every damn thing you do every day will just about to that. They ache and swell at the end of the day and then first thing of a morning as I take my first few steps - the pain is at times unbearable. My shin - which was my initial complaint is healing well, in fact it doesn't hurt at all, however because the bones in my feet are so inflammed, it has now become the focus. But on the bright side - I can swim. </div>
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Swimming has been my sanity. It is my saving grace really, and without it in my life I really have no idea what I would do. I have signed up for a few exciting adventures - The <a href="http://www.facebook.com/surfswim" target="_blank"><b>Dee Why 1.5km Surf Swim</b></a> which I am really excited about as I had to cancel my Cole Classic this year and the most exciting one of all - The 24hr <a href="http://events.megaswim.com/?Stay+Afloat" target="_blank"><b>MegaSwim</b></a> as a fundraiser event for people living with MS. Why did I choose this event? Firstly it seemed really intriguing, as I was looking for a good challenge. The words 24hrs and swim really appealed to my inner amphibian. But then it took on a deeper meaning - one which meant alot more to me. And that was the ability to help others who were struggling. Multiple Sclerosis (MS) has touched a few friends of mine and a very close family friend a many years ago. I've seen how it can affect their lives and those of their family and if I can help just a little then that is what I shall do.</div>
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I have been very fortunate to have great friends jump onboard with the MegaSwim and TEAM AFLOAT and I am really looking forward to sharing this special time with them. There is something really special about joining forces with a common goal of doing good - completely disregarding your own agenda for a while and just focusing on the greater good. We will do great - I just know it. GO TEAM AFLOAT. And should you wish to donate? Please do so on our page - <b><a href="http://events.megaswim.com/?Stay+Afloat" target="_blank">TEAM AFLOAT</a></b>. Every cent will help - believe me.</div>
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My other long term goals in the swimming arena are really quite exciting. Some I know I can achieve without a shadow of a doubt, and the other is a mere glimmer - but a work in progress. I am going to sign up for the Aussi Masters in Geelong 2013, and compete in a few events. My 50m Fr/s and Bk/s are a definite with other events in the pipeline Im sure. But I'm looking forward to trying to hit a sub 30 sec for my 50m Fr/s since becoming an adult. Should be exciting. Then there is my goal of competing in the World Masters in Montreal next year for the Open Water 3km. Not only do I get to go to another beautiful country but I get to try a new event - long distance swimming. Which will hopefully lead onto my my new goal - one I don't know if I can do - Rottnest Challenge. Scary but something to think about. You never know if you don't try. Heck in 2010 I never thought I would do a Triathlon let alone a 70.3 and then 18mths later I did it. Why should this be any different right?</div>
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So life continues and I have had the pleasure of doing alot of fun things. Particpating in the Husky Long Course Triathlon in and awesome team event with Kimberlee and Brent, as well as some open water swims in the Nepean River care of Jen and her kayak. Then yesterday I worked with <b><a href="http://www.trishave.com.au/index.php" target="_blank">TriShave</a> </b>again at the Kurnell Sprint Series Triathlon - and what a great way to finish off the series for the season. </div>
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Upon arrival I was told that I would be shaving Gus Worland's legs for his Triathlon debut. As he had his back turned and I completely suck at remembering names, I was like "<b>Gus Who</b>" - sorry Gus. But as soon as he turned I was like "<b>Oh I know him</b>". I didn't know he was part of <a href="http://www.triplem.com.au/sydney/" target="_blank"><b>Triple M</b></a> "<b>sorry once again</b>". I remembered his face more from his series "<a href="http://youtu.be/lXZMAT-4c9s" target="_blank"><b>An Aussie goes Barmy</b></a>".</div>
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Gus is a really lovely guy. He seemed so relaxed for it being his first Triathlon and it made me feel relaxed as I really didnt want to cut him. He showed genuine interest in me and asked if I did Triathlons, which I thought was super sweet. And hope my shaving prowess helped him cut through the water like a Barracuda.</div>
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Even if it didn't help - atleast he DID love the feel of his clean shaven legs. Watching him rub his lower legs together gave me the giggles. He is a very funny man. Check out this little video - courtesy of TriNSW. That's me in the opening scene. Click <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=462478343818236&set=vb.382228268509911&type=2&theater" target="_blank"><b>HERE</b></a>. For more photos of me and Gus - click<a href="http://www.triplem.com.au/sydney/shows/grill-team/photos/gus-completes-his-first-triathlon/" target="_blank"> <b>here</b></a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.355005241281404.1073741826.257751284340134&type=1" target="_blank"><b>here</b></a>.</div>
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So here's to may more adventures for Barb. Focusing more on swimming and making this girl swim like no other. Whats on your agenda?</div>
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Because something that I wanted to do really badly was taken away from me. Not because those who decided the fate were doing it to be horrible humans, they were doing it because that was their job. To look after their patients. But I didn't see it that way. My Ironman dream was gone. Just like that. All I heard was <b><i>"Barb, your out of cycling for 5 weeks and then you need to rehab and strengthen muscles</i></b>". I said "<i><b>so that means I cant do Ironman</b></i>" and she said "<b><i>unfortunately no</i></b>". From that point on I don't think I heard much more. I know in my head it is just a race, but really every race I have done has been used to take me a step away from the person that I was back in 2008/2009 when I started this whole journey.</div>
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I was angry. Angry that yet again I had to stop. Angry that my body was choosing to stop. Didn't it get that everything I was doing - the early mornings, the weightloss, the conditioning, good food, hours of training and trying for the last 4yrs was all for it. And once again it was like it wanted to set me another challenge - another wall to have to climb over. I was so FREAKIN' over having to start all over again. I wanted to just wake up and go out if I wanted to to and take my bike for a spin with my friends or go for a run (even if slow). I just wanted to BE for ONCE.</div>
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Sob story over. And I now whole heartedly agree with Theodore. He is quite a smart individual. All I needed to do was step back and look at what was right in front of me the whole time. Swimming has been what I have enjoyed my whole life. Swimming is what gives me comfort. Swimming is where I get the greatest peace of mind. So whilst I let the bones in my legs and feet heal, I shall swim. Well, I shall swim in about 2 weeks - self imposed complete and utter leg rest. And then - when that is done - I am going to swim until I grow myself a set of gills. </div>
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I have a goal. And for me it's big. I needed something to replace my BIG goal of Ironman. Im not ever excluding Ironman - but if I am completely honest with myself - shin splints x 3, stress injuries to my feet x 2 and twisted ankles x 3 (<b>since 2009</b>) is a pretty big red light warning of my body telling me it really struggles with running. Atleast thats how I see it. So my future I believe will be in team events for Triathlons where I can swim and ride or just do solo swims. This still puts a smile on my face. I still get to do things with my friends. So I am happy. A wise friend once told me "<b><i>There is always something out there to challenge us, and the stuff that happens to change your plans is just that. A guidance, not an ending</i></b>". Thanks Lance.</div>
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Often the most unprepared activities are the ones that turn out to be the most fun. There is not that huge build up of anticipation and fear - but rather and unknowing ease or beginners naivety. Whatever the case, when the idea was brought up to me during a massage with Kristen I got terribly excited about doing something I had not even dreamed of. I was already planning on doing the 3km but the concept of swimming 5km straight, thrilled me and scared me all at the one time. Swimming that distance in a squad set is very different to swimming it continuously without the aid of a wall to tumble turn off. But I was up for the challenge.</div>
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Before too long it was time to get in the water and find myself a spot where I knew I would feel comfortable. I sat myself to the far right of the first turn can and just tried to get as much clear water between me and the mass of arms and legs. As I turned that first can I kept looking up regularly until I started to notice a bit of a break that I could squeeze into. When I finally got in, I honed in the underwater rope that held up the row of small bouys. That way the only time I needed to sight was actually just to see how far the next turn can was away.<br />
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A couple of posts ago I had disclosed that my shins had been giving me grief. Well pretty soon I was told to rest by my trainer and physio till I got some scans done to diagnose exactly what was going wrong in there. My physio, whom I have aptly named now as "<b><i>Stef the tenderiser</i></b>" was quite concerned with the amount of pain I was in everytime she went anywhere near my bone. After a few sessions the pain which I only felt in my shins (which was quite localised) had dropped to below my ankle. I had also told her that my first few steps of a morning are painful and now kicking when I swim was starting to hurt in my ankle too. Hence the reason for a bone scan.</div>
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With Part B done and what felt like a lifetime of waiting, my results came through. Shin splints. But not just in my right shin, although that was the worst - it was in both. But my right showed definite stress changes especially where most of my pain had been. With there also being uptake of the radionuclide in my feet. And whilst the news was upsetting, in a way - I was glad to hear that I wasn't imagining my pain. </div>
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And whilst the road to IM will be more challenging to say the least - I can now go on focused with the things I need to do to make sure I will make it across that line. And that is lots and lots of swimming, cycling and water running. When it comes to water running - I think I have found my new love. There is something about it that I absolutely find extremely relaxing. And maybe it's just because I am in the water, but doing something that hurts so much in an environment that feels so nurturing really makes me want to go do it everyday. And that is not something that I can say so freely when it comes to running on land.</div>
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Having been thrown a curve ball on my journey to Ironman Port Macquarie, 2013 - I decided that rather than let it get the better of me and just lay down and tap out, I was going to still take the opportunities that I had planned and run with it. Well not literally but figuratively.</div>
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On my last <b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://barbie-tryingatri.blogspot.com.au/2013/01/hurdle-number-1.html" target="_blank">post</a></span> </b>I do believe I said I was going to get the verdict on my sore shin. Well, a bone scan has been booked for this coming Friday to exclude the possibility of a stress fracture of my anterior tibia or Periostitis traction (ie shin splints). Both of which I do not want, but both could explain as to why it hurts to run or jump on that leg. So, whilst I wait for the scan and the results, I have not been running but I have continued to swim and cycle. And now I can add water running to the mix for which I am ever so thankful for. Sounds like it is going to be fun and I am literally in the water 5 days (between swimming and water running). I think I am going to grow a set of gills shortly. Not that Im complaining. I love the water.</div>
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Anyway, back to the reason for this post - Nowra Olympic Triathlon. I had signed up for this Triathlon I think at the end of last year with the intention to try and squeeze in as many Olympics as I could before doing Ironman. But with the possible diagnosis of a stress fracture and being told not to run I was thinking that maybe I should just pull out from it. But the more I thought about it, the more I began to realise that I could still do part of it, so long as I felt comfortable with the idea that there was going to be a DNF at the end of my name. Of that I didn't care. So off I headed down south with my hubby to stay with some very dear friends Paul, Jennie and their gorgeous girls at Jennies parents home away from home. Paul was racing too.</div>
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The morning of the race we woke up to rain. I dont mind racing when it's wet, it cools me down. I ate my usual pre-race brekkie - toast with honey and a good cup of black coffee. And before we knew it, it was time to head to the race. Paul and I set up our stuff in transition and caught up with some friends Erin, Nicole and Clare. It was great having Stephen, Jennie and the girls there for support. Also saw Ben (Erin's hubby) there too. I love hearing my name be yelled when Im racing. The usual pre-race jitters (upset tummy) got the better of me which meant I missed the pre-race briefing so as I headed down to race start I had to ask someone as to how many laps the swim course was. Turns out it was one - thankfully. I'll tell you why shortly.</div>
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I made my way into the water and was quite surprised as to how warm it was. I did a quick out and back warm up and then found Paul before he headed off for his swim as his wave set off before mine. And then it was my turn. As usual my heart started to beat loudly in my ears and I just wanted to get started. I positioned myself up the front but to the side - turned out it was the perfect spot for me. As the siren sounded, I took off and took the lead with 2 other ladies. For once I played my swim strategically and positioned myself behind the second lady. It was a fantastic spot. Now I know why people do it - I hung for dear life to her that was until we started to reach the green turn around bouy. Then something happened. She disappeared.</div>
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I started to feel that I was working harder and harder and the turn bouy was difficult to get to. I made it - <b>JUST</b> and then I found that instead of going directly straight to the next bouy I was swimming uphill diagonally to it. The current had picked up - <b>BIG TIME</b>. I worked my toosh off to get to it and then as I finally turned the current literally dragged me back to swim start. Somewhere between the start and the 1200m I also noticed that we were sharing the river with jellyfish. And not little ones either. They were big, fat, gnarly ones. In my head I kept telling myself "<b><i>you have swum with jellyfish before at Yeppoon</i></b>" & "<i><b>big fat jellyfish don't sting</b></i>" - WRONG. As I turned the last bouy to come into shore I copped it fair and square from my left shoulder down to my elbow. A searing burning pain and the first thing that came to mind was "<b><i>hurry up - swim faster</i></b>". I didn't want to get stung anymore - it hurt alot. </div>
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Coming out of the water I started to do a little bit of a jog to T1 - the pain in my lower shin reminded me that I shouldn't be doing that. So I did this funny little jig that could have quite easily been put in the skit "Ministry of funny walks". I heard Stephen call my name but couldn't see him and then as I approached Jenny she asked how the swim was. I think I said it was good. Certainly for once I actually felt alright exiting the water even though there were a few challenges.</div>
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As I came out of T1 I was really looking forward to getting on my bike. With my strength training and WT sets from <b><i><a href="http://sparta-pt.com/" target="_blank">SpartaPt</a></i></b> I have started to feel strong on my bike again. I do believe the only time my speedo went below 32km p/hr was when I was turning a corner. Other than that I tried really hard to keep my cadence high and the speed up there. Twice I saw Paul and tried to get his attention out on the bike course - but he looked so focused. Finally on the way out on the second lap I yelled out to him and he gave me a really big grin. Then on the way back 2 really fast girls passed me and I thought to myself "<b><i>you don't have to run, so what the hell are you holding back for. Gooooooooo</i></b>". So I cranked it up a couple of gears and tried to hang on (within legal distance) to those 2 fast girls. Thanks girls for making me go faster. So with this little pick me up I ended my bike leg on a fantastically fast note for me.</div>
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As I ran out of T2 - I crossed the line and then went straight to first aid to get some ice for my leg and then caught up with Stephen, Jennie and her gorgeous girls and Ben and his little cherubs. With my job done it was time to cheer on the rest of PTC. I later found out that Clare wasn't able to finish due to her bad Jellyfish sting. Her arm had massive raised red welts on it. Paul scored himself a first place in the Clydesdale division - his medal is AWESOME. So proud of you Paul. Erin looked superb out there, always smiling and did a great race as did Nicole. I wasn't able to catch up with Susanna - Jen from Sparta's new client but I heard she did great too.</div>
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After all was said and done - it was so nice to hear Paul say he was really proud of me. <b>A)</b> I look up to Paul as a great swimmer. He is like a great white shark in the ocean. Strong and powerful. <b>B)</b> Paul is like my brother. So to have my surrogate brother tell me he is proud of me makes me feel very special indeed. Thanks Paul.</div>
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It was finally time to go back to Paul and Jennies home to rest, relax and enjoy the remainder of the weekend till we headed home the following day. I had such a wonderful time and it was great to get away with hubby. Thankyou Jennie, Paul and girls for your wonderful hospitality and for sharing your little slice of heaven with us.</div>
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Oh and before I forget - I scored myself a pair of <b><i><a href="http://www.facebook.com/HOKAONEONE?fref=ts" target="_blank">Hokas</a></i></b>. OMG - they are awesome. Talk about feeling like you are walking on clouds/marshmallows/foam.I look forward to wearing them whilst running, but in the meantime I shall reap in the benefits of less impact whilst I am walking.</div>
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Amazing how quickly the body can decide when it's not liking something even though you have been doing it for a while. Amazing how with all the best intentions and laid out plans when your body says ENOUGH, it really means it. Amazing how even though running is not my preferred leg in the sport of Triathlon, it is the one I want to do most now to get to my goal of IM. And whilst a part of my brain wants to feel frustrated and sorry for itself, the other side is refusing to allow it.</div>
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For the past couple of run's my right lower shin had really been starting to plague me. And after Thursday's run I really struggled to touch the bone without grimacing in pain. It's the one that always bothers me when I start running again, but it is the one that had me stop running at the beginning of my journey to Port 70.3 in 2011. Now with not an awful lot of training time left to get to Port IM (5th May, 2013) I cannot afford any down time with my running whatsoever. So it's off to the physio today I go.</div>
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Am I scared with what he is going to say? You bet!!!!! But am I optimistic with all the choices that will be laid out in front of me to help overcome it? Damn straight I am. Since it started being a pain (literally), I have been icing, stretching, NSAID's and praying. But it needs more now, more care then ever before. </div>
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I'm sure I sent a mental memo out to all necessary body parts at the beginning of this journey for them all to comply with the rules. Somehow, my shins decided to ignore it. Well, it's now time to up the anti, and get them behaving. This is just a mere hurdle. And what do you do when you face a hurdle? Well it's obvious isn't it? Jump over the bloody thing!!!! I am known for not letting things get the better of me. Even if something beats me at first, I am the one that eventually comes through the other end a better and stronger person. And this is no different. It's just a hurdle.</div>
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I have my MOJO back. Finally, at last it has arrived and I don't feel it subsiding any time soon. Oh how I have missed thee. It's been a long time in the coming, and whilst there were snippets of it here and there I was beginning to have grave doubts as to whether it was going to stick around at all. But something happened and I am not quite sure what - but I felt an instant feeling of well being - an urge to get out again and to keep conquering. So instead of fighting it, I just went with it for once and here I am - STOKED TO BE BACK. </div>
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My training is going really well. I am feeling heaps stronger, but the main place I am noticing it is in my core and my hamstrings. Those puppies have had far too much time off and since starting on my program with Jen from <b><i><a href="http://sparta-pt.com/" target="_blank">SpartaPt</a> </i></b>I have really noticed a huge difference. I can now do hamstring curls on a swiss ball which I have never been able to do and I am now able to do a plank on the swiss ball whilst alternating leg raises. This is a HUGE improvement and an awesome step in the right direction. Am I happy? You bet ya.</div>
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Two days ago I had another awesome breakthrough. I started the day at Kurnell with the <a href="http://www.triathlon.org.au/State_Associations/NSW/NSW_Home.htm" target="_blank"><b><i>TriNSW Sprint Triathlon</i></b></a> down there. I didn't compete but I did help out with<b><i> <a href="http://www.trishave.com.au/index.php" target="_blank">TriShave</a></i></b>. It was another awesome day spent promoting a great brand and seeing lots of awesome Triathlete's do their thing. I was able to catch up with a few friends too - that was a nice surprise. Funniest thing happened whilst I was there handing out the prizes. I was standing next to a really nice young chap who had the nicest legs and who was handing out the medals and he was asking me if I was into Triathlons, Im like "<b><i>yeah, love the sport. I love swimming but I suck at running, I start somewhere at the front then finish towards the end</i></b>". He proceeds to say "<b><i>yeah I love running. Im the other way around</i></b>". Five seconds later he gets announced as having the fastest run split (5km) during his race of 14mins. He looks at me and smiles, I look at him........my jaw drops, he laughs a bit more. Anyway, he was really supportive of this old duck trying. </div>
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Wow, what a year 2012 was. A real roller coaster of a year. Ups and downs with a few twisty curves in there for some added self growth. But however challenging it was as a year I do believe I have grown from it exponentially and for that I am eternally grateful. So with all of those experiences banked it is time to roll into the New Year grinning from ear to ear with all the exciting opportunities that lay ahead.</div>
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I have made a mental list of all the things I hope to achieve out of this year and whilst some are a roll over from last year as I feel some things need to be continually worked on - some others are brand spanking new. I feel that 2013 is going to be really exciting for all the right reasons, brimming with possibilities and new challenges to grasp with both hands and do with them as I will. And I will.</div>
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I read a book over the Christmas-NewYear period "<b><i>A life without limits</i></b>" by Chrissie Wellington. Probably the best book I have read in I don't know how long. Aside from the fact that it was a good easy read - I hate books that have technical words that I have to decipher, I really found it totally inspirational. It really helped place alot of things into perspective for me. Her words really struck a cord. </div>
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One part in particular really hit home. And it was all about positive words and how they affect your everyday living. How what we say to ourselves day in and day out affects the outcome of our lives. "<b><i>But I cant lift that weight, I can't run that fast, I can't complete an Ironman. You may not be able to right now, but, with a positive frame of mind and a willingness to work, anything is possible"</i></b>. This couldn't be any more precise. I do that negative self talk all the time - like a form of self sabotage. On one hand I get all excited and sign up for things and then I get cold feet and start questioning my ability instead of just getting out there and giving it a real good shot. A bad habit but one that I am determined to crack this year. Im digging my heels in and not letting my negative mind win, I deserve this much.</div>
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With this new positive mind frame I will go into my Ironman training with as much zest as I can muster up. I want to overcome my fear/hatred of that Ironman swim start they call the WASHING MACHINE. I have to man up and get tough - make my mark in that water and leave as much of it behind me as I can. I know I can do it - I just have to grow a set of "<i><b>you know whats</b></i>" and plough through the water showing others that I wont be pushed around. After all Im not shown any either - it's just the nature of the game - so if I can't beat em I shall join em. And whilst things can and will go wrong along the way it's h.ow you overcome them that matters. I'm going to try to put myself into as many uncomfortable situations as I can to help me overcome those negative feelings along the way. It's all about training the mind. After all what the mind can conceive, the body will achieve.</div>
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And whilst I have a goal time for the Ironman my main goal is to finish. Being hard headed I hope will get me to that finishers chute. I have proven to myself at Yeppoon 70.3 that I can be stubborn enough to finish even if I wasn't all that prepared. So I can only imagine what I will achieve being as prepared as I will be - it's very exciting indeed. Im really looking forward to it - and whilst I am 100% certain that there will be alot of tears and frustrations along the journey (allow me to apologise up front to my coach, family, friends and training buddies) I am sure there will be alot of fun times too. Bring it all on I say.<br />
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But enough of me - what are some of your goals for this new year, this clean slate? What words, dreams, memories will you leave transcribed upon it. What do you hope to achieve when you reach the 31st of December 2013? The choice is yours. Live it, love it, do it.<br />
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What a totally amazing place Wagga Wagga is. I have driven and ridden past it but never actually stopped there and I really loved it - even though I was there for just over a day. Its a really neat town and you can see that people really take pride in calling Wagga Wagga their home. <a href="http://www.eliteenergy.com.au/" target="_blank"><b>Elite Energys</b> </a>Olympic Distance Triathlon was being held in such a great town.</div>
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Arriving there the day before allowed Stephen and I to settle in and to go buy a few things for dinner and brekkie. It also gave me time to go have a look at the race area and see where it will all be happening. Lake Albert is just beautiful. Nice and flat, like a big ol' swimming pool - for which I couldn't have been happier. And whilst the water is brown and cloudy it is quite clean and free of debris, and underfoot it is really soft.</div>
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The bike course would be an out and back x 4 loop which had you going past transition and crowds which would be great as everyone cheering always gives you a pep up. And the run was a 2 lap loop of Lake Albert. Now I knew race day was going to be hot but I didn't know how hot I was going to feel.</div>
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Nerves present - <b>check</b>, upset guts - <b>check</b>, checking over things a million times - <b>check</b>. Ready to race - a <b>definite check</b>. And as we arrived at the race area I started to get that dreaded sinking feeling in the pit of my belly that I always get that makes me question why I am there in the first place. Not because I don't love the sport but just that I never ever back myself to be able to think that I can do it. And I know I can, I just always have this horrific internal dialogue with myself before anything I do.</div>
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So it was time to get my stuff sorted into transition. And watch all the other people do the same to make sure I haven't missed anything. Because lo and behold I tried something a little different this time before I left home. I packed my stuff into my bag without doing the whole set up on the floor - quite a new adventure for this "compulsively organised" gal, but I thought it was time to shed the old me and run wild. Ok, well, maybe thats going a bit far but it was extremely liberating.<br />
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Heading into the water I met a really lovely lady but the name of Peggy. I think this was her first Olympic Distance race. We had a bit of a chuckle as to the number of women versus men who were doing the race but realised it was nice to not have to be squashed in amongst a multitude of arms and legs.<br />
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Crossing that finish line was by far the best thing ever. Never have I wanted to get into the shade and sit down as I did on that day. My brain felt like it was frying and thank goodness for the wonderful volunteers at the aid stations along the way who would hose me down and give me much needed water to cool me down. They really did great. As competitors we really wouldnt be able to race the way we do if if wasn't for the support of these wonderful volunteers and all the hard work they put in to making sure we are okay. Thankyou <a href="http://www.eliteenergy.com.au/" target="_blank"><b>Elite Energy</b></a> and volunteers.<br />
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And most importantly thank you to my wonderful husband Stephen for all your support, words of encouragement, photographic skills and love on the day. Thank you to my family at home and friends who sent me much needed words of encouragement to get me through the day and afterwards and to my trainer <a href="http://sparta-pt.com/" target="_blank"><b>Jen</b></a> - thankyou for helping me get to my goal and for listening to me. I appreciate it so much.<br />
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Having participated in the Nepean Triathlon 2 years ago in a team event it was a real nice change of pace to actually take part in the full event this year. And for anyone who know's me well, it was nothing new to see my first picture come up in my FB album as this organised spread. OCD, anally retentive - I have come up with a new name for it - compulsively organised. It's quite funny actually to watch me sort it out - I walk around acting like I am doing the race and pretending to put things on and take things off so I know I have everything. I pretty much do the same when I am setting my stuff up in transition. Everything has to be just right and it helps me settle my nerves, not that I had an awful lot this time around. I was just happy to be getting out there and doing this awesome race which is such a part of Penrith's and Triathlon's history. To check it out - click <b><a href="http://nepeantriathlon.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">HERE</span></a> </b>and <b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/nepeantriathlon" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span></b></div>
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It was so great seeing everyone again having been a bit distant from club racing for a while and it was even better to be in amongst all the racing excitement. I had missed it so much. Walking up to the start was just how I had remembered it. I had chosen not to wear a wetsuit on this swim - I really struggle with it and was happy to forfeit my warmth for comfort and freedom in my swim.</div>
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And it was probably the best swim I have had in ages. I found a nice decent space in amongst it all and was really able just to do what I enjoy most - and that was swim. I could stretch out nice and long and really just get into a good 3 stroke breathing pattern which feels the most comfortable for this pool swimmer. And the water temp was just perfect - 21.8 I think I heard it was. So as I rounded the last bouy into land all I could do was smile cause I felt so good. Have a look for yourself as to how good I felt. Still had energy to goof around as usual.</div>
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Heading out on the bike was an absolute blast. I loved rounding the corner and going out on the back stretch to all the rest of the competitors waiting for their wave to start, yelling and screaming my name. It gave me such a buzz and made me peddle alot faster too. The Nepean bike course is a fast one with alot of cool swervy corners to take and a couple of tight turns, but I enjoyed them so much. I was like a BIG kid - I just couldn't stop smiling. However my smile came to abrupt holt when I got cautioned for drafting. I didn't mean to, I just didnt pull back quick enough to allow the other person to pass ooooppps. Won't happen again.</div>
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And then came the dreaded run. Uhhhh, it hurts so much but I stuck to a plan of 5min run 1min walk which soon decreased to a 30sec walk, but MY GOD being on land running feels like alot of hard work. But I am pleased to say I got it done and was just super proud of my accomplishment. All it will take is persistence and that I have a boatload of and I trust wholeheartedly my program from <a href="http://sparta-pt.com/" target="_blank"><b>SPARTA - PT</b></a>. </div>
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If you get a chance to participate in this Triathlon I am sure you won't regret it. It is a great race, held in a great venue, supported and run by great people. Give it a go. And we got some cool race gifts as well. A shirt, a finishers towel and my most precious medal. Can't wait for next year :)</div>
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Hmmmm, good question. Not sure if tough or stubborn was the word - but TOUGH MUDDER 2012 was completed.</div>
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I don't think I have ever done anything that was so hard and so much fun all rolled into one at the same time. And I am so thankful that I got to share it with a great group of friends. Sadly one of my friends who had trained ever so hard for this came down with a gastro bug in the wee hours of the morning and was unable to join us. I felt so sad for Jennie. But I promised her some awesome footage for the day with my GoPro so she could feel a part of the day with us all. </div>
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It was such a perfect day up at the Glenworth Valley. Sun was shining, birds were chirping, bugs were buzzing thanks to the gallons of mud and there were the faint yells of thousands of <b>Mudders </b>in the air. I must admit, whilst I knew this was all for fun I was nervous. Not because I viewed it as a race but because I really wanted to come out of it in one piece. No broken bones, no torn muscles but one heck of a sense of accomplishment with a bright orange headband.</div>
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I loved seeing everyone's faces - those that were going to start and those in the midst of it all. It was funny to see the change of expressions. And those who were in it had varying expressions too depending where in the 20km of Tough Mudder'stom they were in. It went from an "<b><i>Oh yay, I got this</i></b>" look, to a "<b><i>Lord help me, Im exhausted</i></b>" look.</div>
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The costumes were hilarious too. There were fairies, businessmen, bow ties and not much else, tutu's and groomsmen. But the one thing that tied them all together was the fact that at the end "<b><i>They were muddy mudders</i></b>".<br />
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I must admit to not completing all the obstacles, quite frankly the ones I skipped scared the living daylights out of me. I attempted the first lot of Berlin Walls but not the second as it was higher and scarier than the first. And the electrical shock obstacles were a definite no go. The boys gave it a go and I must admit to thanking my lucky stars that I chose to give this a miss. I never hear these guys grimace in pain and all I could hear were yelps and "<b><i>Oh my gods</i></b>" as they came through.<br />
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Sarah decided that she too wanted to do it "<b><i>Touch Chik</i></b>". I have never heard anyone laugh so much as she was getting shocked. All I could hear was "<b><i>Eeee</i></b>" "<b><i>Ahhhh</i></b>" "<b><i>Oooo</i></b>" and then as she got to the end Clair and I decided to help her out but got zapped in the process. We promptly dropped Sarah "sorry Sarah" and then continued to laugh.<br />
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I really enjoyed all the water crossings. It gave us a chance to cool down, refresh the aching muscles and wash off the extra kilos of mud we had accumulated from the last lot of obstacles.<br />
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Between every couple of obstacles were seemed to be 2kms of running. Normally not a big ask, but after the 10km mark I was definitely starting to feel it. Legs were very very heavy and achey and my feet were totally engulfed in mud inside the shoes. To know there was still about 10kms to go was definitely challenging mentally. But we forged together as a group and made every obstacle as much fun as we could.<br />
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The obstacles I really really enjoyed were the ones with all the mud - stacks and stacks of mud and water. Apart from the smell it was really quite soothing. We were joking around about how we should all look 20yrs younger after being submerged up to our eyeballs in mud. It was so warm and smooth - like a big bowl of chocolate fondue.<br />
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We had one big injury in our group - poor Sarah busted her lip open trying to scale the last massive obstacle. Luckily she didnt need stitches and to top it off she ran through the last lot of electric shock cables. You should have seen the looks she was getting from the spectators.<br />
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The end result was a very happy, tired, cold, muddy bunch of Tough Mudders. Glad we worked as a team and accomplished a mammoth effort as a group and great bunch of friends, and glad to be going home to a hot shower and much needed rest and Voltaren.<br />
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Would I do this again? Well, my answer sways everytime I think about it. One thing I know for sure is that I wont be doing anything like this again until after Ironman next year. But it was definitely a great opportunity that I do not regret in the least bit. I had a blast.<br />
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Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02833073049586917325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604739527259244616.post-50064042620215405652012-09-20T20:33:00.002+10:002012-09-20T20:34:09.663+10:00Bring it.<br />
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Wow, what a great few weeks. It has been awesome. I have not stopped smiling the whole time - well apart from the time that my muscles are screaming at me. And even then I am so stoked that I have finally gotten back to being ME again.</div>
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I have loved every minute of being back out training. I really look forward to opening up my program every morning from <a href="http://sparta-pt.com/" target="_blank">Sparta</a> and seeing whats in store for me. I am even loving the sweat that dries on my brow - I know it sounds lame, but when that hasn't happened in over a year apart from my race at Yeppoon - I never realised how much I missed it.<br />
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Training has been coming along nicely. Each week has been gradually incremented and am loving the pace at which I am being trained. I also love the fact that I am still doing my personal training sessions and feeling myself moving forward. I've had a little hiccup with my glute muscle's for which I am seeing physio and getting Dry Needling done - however know that it was my little jaunt at a small race called Yeppoon 70.3. My body is just voicing it's dislike. I am focusing on good stretching techniques x3 daily at 15mins a go to try and loosen my quads, hammies, glutes and hip flexors. And am focusing super hard on training my deeper core whilst trying to unlearn using my superficial abs in their place. A few things to work on but know it will all come good.<br />
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There have already been some highlights in the pool for me. And I think it's remnants of my old sprinting days coming back. I was thrilled (really thrilled) to do a few 100m freestyle sprints on 1:10 - 1:12 this Monday. Gave me a bit of a buzz really to know I still had it in me even though I wanted to hurl chunks after every one that I did. I have a bit of a goal. I would ideally like to be able to hold consistent 1:20's/100m on a regular basis. And not just in the pool. I want to translate it into the open water and do a really good swim at Port IM. I want to feel brave in amongst that crowd too. So I will be looking to recruit people to bash me up in the swim on a regular basis like this - <a href="http://youtu.be/EXCE-Ihl_lI" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a>.<br />
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I have also added another weapon to my training package - Billy the Mountain Goat - Im mean bike.<br />
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Here's to a few if not many trail rides. Need to get myself feeling strong on hills again. Im totally sucking at them at the moment. Not that Im complaining as I know I will get there in due course and with the necessary strength required not only in my legs but in my core as well. I need my core, glute, hammie, quads to all be in tip top shape - and it will happen with Sparta's training. Im excited.<br />
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I also had another swim at Bondi last Saturday. I had been doing so well until Saturday, until I saw the swell and then my brain went backwards. I bawked at every wave and felt super anxious. But thankfully Sarah, Spot and Paul helped me through it and I finally got to have some fun splashing in the smaller waves and even caught one all the way to shore. I was proud of me. Practice makes perfect. And I will keep practicing. Im stubborn that way.<br />
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This Saturday whilst I will miss going to BondiFit, I will also be having fun partaking in TOUGH MUDDER with my friends. Bring it on. Lets get dirty.<br />
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How do you put into words the elation you feel after conquering something which has pervaded your inner most mental recesses for the last year. It has taken me close to a week to be able to actually sit down and chronicle that day with enough detail that will give it justice. For me that day - a year and a week ago was quite possibly the hardest day ever for me. And I know it's only a race - but I had trained so hard for that day and for it to come crashing down in the swim, was such a bitter pill to swallow. </div>
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Three hundred and sixty five days later + one week and I am <b>PROUD</b> to say that this years outcome was much much different. So different that it produced a finishers towel, a medal, lots of fond memories and a hoodie that I am proud to wear. It's funny how weird it feels wearing something that you have not accomplished. I mean really, it's just a piece of clothing after all - but it just feels wrong. And thats how I felt last year - but not this year.</div>
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Now Im going to confess something to you all - and it might be something you all already know. But I really didn't do alot of Tri training for this years Yeppoon 70.3. Why? Well many reasons. Surgery, depression, medication and a few other low moments forced me into feeling not so motivated. I knew I wanted to do Yeppoon 70.3 more than anything but I just couldn't get motivated to head out the door most days. And then when I did - it was very short. I think the max I had ridden was 50km and had done a few swims and next to no running whatsoever. But somewhere deep inside I knew I would do it. It was just going to be a long slow day. My body had already done it once before and I was relying on it implicitly to get me through on race day. However, I had been doing regular Strength and Conditioning classes as well as weekly PT sessions with <b><a href="http://sparta-pt.com/">Sparta Personal Training</a>. </b>I had asked Jen to help me get as strong as I could get physically so that my body could resist what I was going to put it through.</div>
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Thanks Jen for all your support and patience. I look forward to our future training together. Are you ready?</div>
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Heading up to Yeppoon was very different this year - we flew up. But funny thing is - Stephen and I really missed the driving. We loved seeing the ever changing countryside - however that being said - our bottoms really enjoyed only being seated for 2 hours. We also loved flying up with Sarah, Carolyn, Darryl, Bec and Jen. For me it was a really good bonding experience and one I will cherish forever. I was completely supported but my friends and I only hope to one day repay them for how great they made me feel.</div>
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Before race day was the usual pre-race registration and expo day. It was extremely exciting for me to have received my new hoodie. I knew this time I was going to earn it. And as I stared at my bright pink cap - I knew that this year - the only time I would be taking it off was when I was getting out of the water to run to T1. But before all of this Sarah, Darryl, Carolyn, Jen and I went for a quick ride of the bike course but not before Darryl thankfully re-constructed my bike. It was awesome trying to hold onto the back as we did a couple 1min efforts. I buckled myself in and held on for as long as I could and enjoyed the ride. That night we were treated to our very own pasta party care of Bec. Talk about delicious. I went in for seconds and made sure I savored every last morsel. Thanks Bec.</div>
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As I got back to the hotel room and started to organise my things for the next morning - it suddenly hit me. I was going to be doing a 70.3. Helllllooooooo, what did you think you were up here for numbskull???? I think because my training was extremely limited I didn't have the constant reminder of it. But suddenly as I was counting out gels to put in my bottles it hit me like a plank of 4by2 to the cranium. As I counted and recounted, checked and rechecked everything I started to get extremely nervous. What happened if I failed again? What happened if I just couldn't do it? Well, when I woke up the next day - I was going to find out. No use wasting precious sleep on the whatif's. Well, I didn't sleep and the 10lbs of luggage under my eyes the next morning were testament to the restless night I had.</div>
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Regardless of that - I was still up early and ready to go. This time I was able to tolerate breakfast and surprisingly I wasn't all that nervous. However that quickly changed as I started to set up my stuff in transition. I could see I wasn't the only one that was nervous and that everyone was there to race with their own agenda. The one thing I tried to keep replaying in my mind was that "<i><b>I could do this</b></i>". Stephen, Sarah, Carolyn, Darryl, Jen and Bec were all saying the same thing to me as well. And I believed it - albeit with slight trepidation. I also got to meet Stef Hansen before the race. I had first met Stef through <a href="http://witsup.com/"><b>Witsup.com</b></a>. An awesome website for women participating in Triathlons about women in Triathlon. It was an absolute honour to have her call my name in the darkness of race morning. </div>
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Before too long race briefing was over and it was time to get a goodluck cuddle and positive words from Stephen and then make our way to the start line. A beautiful 1.7km walk down the beach. At this point was I nervous? Uh huh. Everytime I looked out to the ocean I kept reliving last years swim - but it was quickly overtaken but some words that Bec had had with me the previous days. At that was " <b><i>you can do this Barb. However, if you do get out of the water before the finish, I am going to chase you back into the water and sit on your back and make you swim the entire distance</i></b>". Hahahhhaha, and I believed it too. Thanks Bec. And whilst my friends were here to race their own race I had nothing but support. You guys rock - really you do.<br />
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Jen lined up first and was off and swimming 10mins before Carolyn, Sarah and I with Darryl following 20mins after. Before long it was my turn to hear the words I'd heard last year "<b><i>you are in the hands of the starter</i></b>". With that I hugged Sarah and Carolyn and clung tight to their words "<b><i>I'll see you out on the bike</i></b>" and took a deep deep breath. The starters gun went off and as I made my way into the water and felt the briskness of it on my face I knew, just knew that I was going to finish the swim. I had swum at Bondi and learnt skills from Spot that were going to help me - I had this. So as I settled in for the swim ahead - I focused on a nice long glide and really just enjoyed every stroke. The one thing I did hate was that my wetsuit was <b>SUPER SNUG </b>thanks to a few (many) extra kilos.<br />
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Each bouy that came and went was an extra notch on my Yeppoon belt. It told me that I was one step closer to overcoming my hurdle. As I rounded that last bouy to head home I just couldn't stop smiling. My smile was from ear to ear and I didn't care less that I had a mouthful of salt water. I screamed "<b>I did it</b>" into the water and if I had of blacked out then and there I could not have cared less. I conquered my swim demon. I wanted to stop everyone and tell them what I had just done and how important it was to me - but I think I may have been drowned. So as I exited the water and saw Stephen and Bec at the top of that sand dune yelling out my name and telling me congratulations - I got all choked up. I had done it. The hardest part was over, and now all I had to do was have fun. And that's what I did.<br />
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But first I had to make it out of transition. Anyone would have thought I was enjoying a cup of tea in there. After struggling to get my wetsuit off, sitting down on the ground, discussing with myself whether or not to wear socks with my bike shoes and making sure I had everything, I finally made my way out of transition some 2mins 59secs later. Lord almighty - thank goodness my life wasn't depending on it....hahahaha.<br />
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Out on the bike I had a blast. Gee's I like a good flat course. And whilst the road is a little bumpy it's nothing like our trusty Greendale/Cobbitty/Taylors roads. As I started out I kept saying to myself "<b><i>Cadence cadence cadence - spin the legs Barb. Don't push anything too hard</i></b>". I settled into a nice pace and then enjoyed the beginning of the ride. As I got halfway up the first lap I saw Sarah and her beautiful smile. She was so excited to see me as I was to see her She yelled "<b>Barb</b>". A few minutes later I spotted Carolyn and as she saw me she yelled "<b>YES</b>" with the biggest smile on her face. I then spotted Jen - another BIG smile greeted me. The second lap on the bike course I spotted Darryl - and he yelled "<b><i>Yes Barb</i></b>". Then when he passed me he gave me a few more words of encouragement. The excitement that I got from my friends seeing me out on my bike made me sooooo happy. I could have tackled anything - and I was.<br />
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Heading out into town I was averaging about 28-29km/hr but on the way back the trusty tailwind helped me hit 34km/hr. As I got more and more tired these numbers obviously dropped but I couldn't care - I was up at Yeppoon doing the 70.3 - <b><i>yeah baby</i></b>. As I finally did the last lap and turned back into the resort my grin got even bigger. I had just completed 2/3rds and was on my way to that finish line. As I got off my bike and started making my way back into transition I knew that the next bit was going to hurt. Nevermind. I was in Yeppoon.<br />
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Once again I got lost in transition - 2mins 19secs - no need to rush, I needed everything just right....hahahha. Only kidding, I was giving my legs as much time as they needed to be able to walk. Silly me thought I could make them run off the bike with no training, talk about lead legs - there was no way they were going to move in anything that remotely resembled a run for atleast a kilometre. But, after a quick drink and a break at the first aid station, some 400m into the run I had to muster up a bit of a performance for the camera on the bridge and the crowd. Stephen sneakily busted me having a break and asked me how I was feeling and said how proud of me he was. And with that I was off running over the bridge to quickly stop within a few hundred metres. My legs were dead.</span></div>
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I had decided before race day that if I made it this far that I would run/walk the 21.1km. So I started with a 1min/1min for the first lap. It seemed to work well. I was having enough rest inbetween runs and my legs were slowly starting to realise that they were in it for the long haul. on the second lap it was time to up the run - 2mins to 1min walk. This went really well till stupid me stepped on a rock and rolled my left ankle. Immediate pain ensued and I was stopped dead in my tracks. Fellow competitors asked if I was ok - to which I said yes. Another guy seeing me hunched over thought I had a cramp and yelled out as he ran past "<b><i>stretch it out, stretch it out</i></b>" - I couldn't help but laugh. Then another gentleman walking past asked if I was ok - to which I replied "<b><i>I twisted it but once it goes numb I can start again</i></b>". This gentleman was later going to be my run companion. I told Jen as she passed me that I had twisted my ankle - I told her I was ok and as she ran past Stephen back at the resort she told him of my mishap.</div>
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Out on the run I saw all of my fellow PTC'ers who were smashing this course to bits. They are seriously talented and gifted individuals and they worked really hard. It was a real joy to see them compete. As I made my way into the trail area I could up with the gentleman again. His name is Phil. Phil and I did the remainder of the run together - keeping eachother in check on our 2min run 1min walk program. We did really well if I do say so myself. It helped ease the pain that our bodies were feeling by having company. We stopped at each aid station and fuelled up well so we could make it to the next. As I run passed Stephen he asked me if I was okay and I think he was shocked to see me running considering I had hurt myself - but he knows I am stubborn so he told me to keep going.</div>
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On the very last lap - with about 1km to go I said to Phil "<b><i>how about we run this whole last kilometre</i></b>" - he said "<i><b>it's up to you coach</b></i>". And with that we ran. Ran like we were being chased. And as we circled the bend I could see the finishers arch and could hear the screams of all my friends and Stephen. I heard Stef calling out my name and I was so excited. So so so excited I hugged Phil and we ran through the finish line with my arm as high in the air as I could get it. I never thought that the feeling was going to be so sweet. I really didn't want it to end. I wanted to keep running through the finishers arch.That feeling is something that is still really tangible. </div>
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Receiving the medal and finishers towel was so exciting. It was something I had waited a whole year for and now I had then around my neck. I hugged Stephen as hard as I could as he whispered in my ear "<b><i>Barb, you did it, you did it. I am so proud of you</i></b>". And then one by one I hugged each of my friends. How is this for a great set of friends - they were so interested and taken by what I had done that they put each of their accomplishments on the back burner. They totally smashed it.<br />
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I am so proud of them and thankful to have shared this day with them. Bec was such a great support person and source of laughs on the trip. She really helped distract my brain from straying too far with thoughts of last years mishap. And Stephen was as always my ROCK. I don't think he ever doubted the fact that I would do it - and if he did, he never said so. He let me do what I had to do to make my dream a reality and for that I am so thankful that he is my hubby.<br />
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So here I am. A proud owner of some new BLING. And I would wear it everywhere too if I wouldn't get strange stares.<br />
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I am proud of me. I not only got the monkey off my back - I left it out there to fend for itself. It was going to bother me no more.</div>
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