My 10km Sunday run done aaand to be honest, I’m pretty chuffed with myself. New PB - I’ve now taken 6min 40sec off my time since March. Now off to soak these weary muscles in a bubble bath and drink copious cups of tea. #running #halfmarathontraining #halfmarathon #mnb #movenourishbelieve #stuffed
Best decision I’ve made today. #snacks #workinglate #jarlsberg #cheese #crackers #healthydinner #cheesewinseverytime
S checkin’ in.
A few years ago, I wrote down a few things I wanted to achieve that year. Travel overseas. (Tick!) Hike Mt Bogong. (Tick!) Sew a quilt. (
Tick!) And run 1km without stopping. When my workmates saw my list, they actually laughed at me.
"One kilometre is nothing!" they said.
When I first started running, I struggled to go a minute straight on the treadmill without almost passing out. I remember the day I ran for 8 minutes without stopping and was just so, so stoked. I called my Mum and told her. “I ran for 8 whole minutes Mum!” I guess I could look back on that now and feel a little embarrassed these small goals excited me so much, but hey - they were my own personal achievements and like I’ve said before - hitting those PBs are a real high.
You can’t compare yourself to others when you’re running, because if you do, you’ll never feel like your achievements are worthy. And that is so damn wrong. Every single step you take further than last time is worth celebrating. This is something I also love about J. It’s no secret she’s a gun runner (she’ll deny that) and can run long distances with ease. But I know that no matter what I do, or how far I run, Jo would be the first person to high five me and tell me how freaking amazing I am because I got out there and did it. And these are the best kinds of people to surround yourself with.
So where is this all heading? This morning I had big plans to go to the gym, jump on a tready and run 8km. I keep using the weather as an excuse to run at the gym instead of on the footpath, but truthfully, I was just shit scared that running on the footpath would be the end of me. That while I was achieving these great distances easily on the treadmill, once I hit the footpath I would turn into a wobbling mess and the reality of running a half marathon would be so much further away than I thought. And failure is truly one of my biggest fears.
I went to take the dog for a walk and thought “Maybe I’ll run with him today”. So I did. Around 2.5km in, I thought “Maybe I’ll run a little further”. Next minute I was running, in the rain, reaching 3km, then 4km then 6km, then I was almost home and hit 7km, then suddenly I had completed my 8km run in a half decent time.
A few important things I learned today.
- Running outside is bloody liberating. You don’t have to stare at a wall or a TV, but you get to say good morning to the cows and watch the sunrise.
- Hills aren’t evil - why have I always been afraid of hills? Because once you go up them, you get to go down them, and no words can explain how good it feels to run down a hill when you’re a little bit tired.
- Running in the rain is also not terrible. It keeps you cool and there’s no need for sweat towels.
- Time is no longer an issue. You just keep going until you reach the end of the footpath and turn around and run back. And it doesn’t feel like you’re running anywhere near as long when the scenery changes and you can picture how far you have left to go.
- Running on a footpath is free, and also saves the half hour round trip I have to make to get to the gym. And if I fall over, there’s a much better chance no one will see me.
When I got home, my first thought was “Message Jo and tell her I ran 8km on a real life footpath!” Then I thought to myself “I should blog about this!” Then I finally thought “Simone, 8km is pretty lame - I mean you’ve run 10km fun runs before. People run ultra marathons. What’s the big deal?” But it was a big deal because it was just me and my own thoughts, and for once they didn’t tell me to stop. They didn’t tell me that I couldn’t do it. That it hurt too much. And now I’ve run that 8km, I know I can run 10km. And 12km. And 16km. And I know that this half marathon will happen, and one day I’ll look back fondly and think “Remember that time I wanted to run 1km?” and I’ll be so ridiculously damn proud of how far I’ve come since then.
And this is basically my message. Love yourself and be proud of yourself and celebrate every achievement no matter what anybody else thinks.
'The Human Spin Bike'
Them feeeeeels. I have a love/hate relationship with sprinting at 4.30 in the morning.
Turns out this ‘I don’t feel like running but have to’ might be a trend during this half marathon training.
A few things.
Gym etiquette. When there’s three treadmills and I’m on one end, why do people insist on ignoring the one on the opposite end and running right next to me?
I also almost fell off the treadmill. Thankfully I regained my balance (and dignity) before I became the laughing stock of the gym.
Other than that, nothing too notable. Just another 5km.
The wonderful world of HIIT once again turned my morning into a sweaty, wobbly mess. Turns out I have muscles in my back I never knew I had, and one legged wall sits are evil - but I already knew that.
THEN I MET LORNA JANE! It was exciting in a ‘I met a famous person and one of my biggest inspirations’ way but it was also a bit *stand there awkwardly, be nervous and not know what to say to said famous person*. So I got a nice photo and autograph, and we did have a short chat, and then it was business as usual and life went back to normal. She was absolutely lovely however, and I appreciated her standing there for two hours smiling and signing away. That would be pretty exhausting.
I also bought the Holy Grail of tights and no words can express how much I love them, or how shallow I am when it comes to caring about what I wear to the gym. Oh and I bought a crop - see pic above. (First time I’ve ever posted a photo of my ~midriff~ but please don’t expect that to become a common occurrence.)
I woke up a little cranky with big intentions to run outside. Then it rained. And rained. And rained. It was 7 degrees in our house. I got more cranky. I finally gave up and drove to the gym. Ten minutes into my run the clouds parted and the sun came out of hiding and just seriously? Seriously. I was being a real sook, ready to just pack it in and go home until 23 minutes into my run when life became good again and I got a second wind, or more the endorphins kicked in. I picked up the pace and ran like the wind Bullseye. So a message to you all - don’t pack it in when you’re not feeling it. Wait it out, because in 23 minutes time you may just feel indestructible, and that’s something we all deserve to feel like.
Every time things started to hurt a tad I just gazed down at my beautiful tights and all was alright in the world and I kept on running. For 7km anyway because that’s all that was required of me and I do have my limits you know.
Then I did some handstands because #yolo.
And now I’m done.-S
Wisconsin women’s hockey all-time leading scorer Hilary Knight poses nude for ESPN Body Issue:
Knight: “There is this image of athletic women as small and petite — the yoga body type. Women in general, we tend to shrink ourselves and not have as much confidence as we should in presenting ourselves and our body types. It’s OK to be fit and healthy and comfortable within your body, whatever frame you have. Since gaining 15 pounds to be at the top of my sport [for the Olympics], I’ve tried to shatter the body image that muscular isn’t feminine.”
I’ve seen pics like this floating around and I wanted to throw my own two bob in. I adore it.
I’ve never idolised only one body type, I’ve never wanted to be one thing. I see a slim girl and I don’t think she’s ugly, I see a muscular girl and I don’t think she’s manly. I have a high appreciation for the amount of work it takes to maintain or have any healthy body type and I cannot get enough of this.
You can have your cake and eat it ladiezzzz. You’re all bloody sexy. You’re machines, not dolls.
For a long time it was easy for me to love the look of anyone else. Ill always dig out the gold in anyone I meet or see. But I’d pick myself apart because looking at myself is different and I could never be close to good enough in my own eyes. That’s what working out purely for ‘looks’ did to me.
Hiking, sky and trail running changed that for me. My body is about getting from A to B, running up a mountain faster than I did last time and not stoping even when it snows. Now if someone doesn’t like my bigger legs? Idgaf. Ill quad stomp ‘em.
All slim girls, and all girls built like a brick house- you amaze me and motivate me.
Love from JJ.
Hello beautiful creatures.
My friend Jo and I love adventures so we’ve started up a blog dedicated to them. She’s hilarious, and I’m alright I guess, so please check it out!
Met one of my biggest inspirations today! Just a taaaad excited. What a beautiful being @ljclarkson is! @lornajaneactive #fangirling #mnb #movenourishbelieve #lornajane
Meet Watson - a little gift from the wonderful @thelittlesparrowevents before she leaves us for 3 months. He’s so soft and cuddly there’s is great potential you’ll soon find me curled into a ball hiding under my desk holding him tightly and rocking back and forth because *Monday*. #present #rat #toy #Mondayitis
This is true. Just last night one of my male friends said to me ‘Is your hot friend coming?’ and when I asked who he meant, he said ‘Emily’. So many crushes, so many men left disappointed.
The other day my Millie friend made my day, she didn’t know I had a cry that day or that work was awful and my feet were so cold and wet.
Saturday morning fun in my HIIT class.
'The Human Spin Bike'
Sometimes I feel rather underwhelmed with where I am in life.
When I was young, I pictured myself to be doing all kinds of exciting things right about now. The majority of the time, I didn’t know how they would happen, and didn’t actually expect them to I guess.
But I sit here now and wish they did.