swissmurdie trail run

omg.  i finally turned up for an event and finished it.  it is a fucking miracle. i did change the distance from the longest to the shortest but who cares.  and i wasnt dead fucking last either.  close but i didnt get that award.  i did think i was going to throw up when i crossed the finish  line though.  that would have been embarrassing.

this trail run was awesome but very painful.  i am sure it only ever went up the mountain and we never came back down.  i can walk today but it is very painful after i havent moved for awhile.  but it feels great.  i am alive.  

i did the 7 km event.  it had 259m of elevation gain.  whatever that really means other than the graph looks awesome. it took me over an hour but keep in mind i havent run anywhere in months nor have i even walked the dog.  the greatest distance has been from the carpark to the beach and back.  maybe a short walk along the beach.  i am so out of practice i forgot to turn my garmin off when i finished.

so now i am all keen as mustard to sign up for more events but i have rules.  i can only enter if i train so i must leave the signing up to the very latest possible time and i will just have to suffer fomo.  i now have to get my legs back to normal as soon as possible.

live what you love

i have a new job.  thank fucking christ.

something has finally gone my way.  however on the training front i am still bloody inconsistent.

i was signed up for ironman australia but with work and the fact that i did not have a base to begin a 20 week programme the only smart thing to do was to transfer it to Busselton.  This was not an expensive exercise and while i was a little sad i really had no choice.  i left it too late to have a chance.

so what now ?  well i have to train.  simple as that.  i have plenty of time to get a base back before i begin to train for busso.  i am hoping i can do the last race for the TriSeries at Hillaries in April.  It will be my first triathlon in 18 months.   i have 41 weeks till busselton.

i swam in a grown up pool yesterday and i am little inspired.  i dont want to get carried away although  i am going back today.  i am reading my old books and updating my garmin account and trying to kick start all those previous habits.  i have set goals for the next two weeks.  i am going to try and use instagram to motivate me by posting a picture of my pathetic training everyday.  i must admit it felt good to be tired after the swim yesterday.  

i have to lose weight.  i am a fat porker and there is a limit to how far lycra will stretch.  it is embarrassing.  at the pool yesterday i did regret taking my ironman drink bottle.  i am sure people questioned my credentials once they saw chunky me and the snail pace i was swimming at.  if anything should inspire me it will be this. 

my daily motto is now to live what you love.  i feel like my life can now go back to being normal. all the stuff from the last few years is over.   you dont forget and there are things that will stay with me but it does get easier.   now i know from previous posts that i have been saying this for awhile now.  i was full of shit then.  hopefully i am no longer.