In just 40 min...

Today i had no time spare.

I tried to make step class but got there late.
I had 40min left spare so hit the cardio gear.

My head was in a good place. It was time to train,

15min x trainer,maintaining intervals between 12 and 14
1k hard on the rower.
15min on the treadmill, running intervals between 8.5 and 11
5min treadmill walking , on incline of 6.

Hard. Fast. Heartrate up and 400 calories burned.

I drew a line this week.
Im not going back.

Today was a wonderful day!!

It had to be good didn't it? I had a little sleep in and it wasn't COLD!!!

Yesterday i drew that line in the sand .. So i knew i had to train.
After school drop off and a little bit of pottering, i got changed and hit the road. First run post being sick. I was a little worried.

But it felt great. No, it wasn't easy ... But it felt amazing to move again!



4k. The first two felt awesome. The last 500m hurt. But it was so worth it.

I even have the beetroot face to prove it!!



In the afternoon i followed it up with cardio and weights while miss e did gecko kids ... And finally zumba!! My shimmy is still broken but it makes me smile!!
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I am ready.

Excuses over.
Thinking over.
Analysis over.

It is time to start moving toward my destiny.

This week I commit to allowing ME to be the best me I can.

This week I am going to nail my nutrition.
Drink less caffeine and more water (always a struggle in winter)

And I am going to train.

My plan is to mix up the training a little, and start to rediscover what I love.

And to be flexible. If things change they change. But at least I'll be moving forward to being the woman I want to be.

The plan:
Sunday (today) - a long walk. Test out how my body is responding after being sick, and nourish my soul.
Monday - slow run. 3-4k. Taking it easy and listening to my body.
plus zumba tomorrow night. Something just for fun.
Tuesday - Tap class. (basicaly this is my rest day)
Wednesday - Cardio at the gym. Plus maybe pilates.
Thursday - Group Power (like pump) plus zumba
Friday - Run and pilates - interval work
Saturday - Outdoor session - strength and cardio
Sunday -Long slow run

Achievable. Fun. Varied.
Destiny here I come.


(Picture from Pure Nourishment)

Good bye brain. It's time to train ...

What is it in training that I had back then ... that I am missing now.

Why is it that a few short months ago I couldn't wait to train ... and now I've hit struggle street?

Why is my heart and mind not in it?

And what do I need to do to get that fight back?

I've been doing some thinking. Actually, I haven't stopped thinking since the "Stand your Ground" workshop.

There is something about that girl that gets in my head and keeps digging away at me until I take time to really pull it apart and find what it means to me.

Do you know what I've come to realise??

I've let me stinking brain get in the way of doing what I love.

That's it. Simple.

Instead of training, I've thought about training. I've thought about why I can't. Why I'm busy. Why other stuff needs to happen first.

I've thought about why my training isn't good enough. That I should be doing more. That my technique isn't strong enough. My core is too weak. That others are doing more than me.

I've thought about my running. That I should be doing it without music. Going faster. Doing more hills. Running further.

I've thought that I should be doing more weights. Doing more classes. Doing less classes. Doing more body weight work. Attending more Brisbane events. Starting events close to home.

I've thought and thought and compared until it wasn't fun anymore.

Ask anyone. Ask my mum. Ask my husband. I'm an overthinker from way back. I will take a problem and have to talk it over a million times, first in my head, and then with those around until I've done that problem to death.

Instead I need to not think. Just do.

Michelle calls this analysis by paralysis. How true is this. All this time worrying when should have been training.

Emma from Emazon says it is letting yourself be ruled by your brain, not your mind. By your blue self with all the hurts and worries of the world, instead of your heart, soul, mind ... your true red self.

So I'm over the thinking. I know what I have to do. I have to train.

Six days a week I train. And one day a week I MUST rest. My body needs that too.

This time - I am training, not thinking. If it isn't perfect, if I change things around, if it is more or less than someone else ... I train. It doesn't matter. Train. Find what my heart wants to do. Get into that sacred space. And train.

Training gets results. Thinking ... bah ... thinking causes trouble.

The line has been drawn.

I am training. I am going to do the things I love - the things that make me feel free.

I know they won't be perfect. I don't really care. I want to feel strong and I will.

Training to be free.

Drawng that line ...

I've come a long way baby.

This woman is no longer. I can't even imagine being her anymore.

She is so far from where I am that I KNOW I cannot and will not go back.

I've had several days lately that my body has forced me to rest.

To let it recover
(stupid cold )
It has driven me bonkers. I just want to move.

For that I am grateful.

But do you know, I don't think right now I am this woman either.


Today I am not the woman who feels awesome and confident and happy with how she looks.

I have had many many excuses this round. Most of them valid (some maybe not!).
This round I haven't been able to hit the goals I set. I haven't lost the weight I've aimed for ... and I haven't maintained the strength I had.

Right now today I am not the woman I was on this day. I doubt I would have the physical strength right now to do advanced , nor the confidence to dive into the mud and just do it.

And you know what happened??
I got complacent.

Yes - I have had big external excuses this round. I've had illness, family worries, death, stress ... life has tested me for sure.

And I HAVE kept running. I DID run Gold Coast. I HAVEN'T gone back to were I was.

But I did get complacent.
I didn't keep challenging myself.
I did allow junk back into my diet.
I didn't watch my portion sizes.
I dropped my PT sessions - and I miss them.
I have gone out for coffee ... and let it lead to cake too many times.

I got complacent. I relaxed. I decided I would fix it when those external stressors went ... and 8 weeks on .. I still haven't fixed things.

Even with the world falling apart there are things I could have done. I am not going to cry poor me and say it's not my fault.
I am also not going to take all the blame on me either and fall into a screaming heap.

This isn't about beating myself up. This is about stopping. Drawing a line in the sand, and saying enough is enough. Things are going to change.

Today is that day.

I know what to do to become that woman again. I know how to make the change. And I know how to fix it.
And starting today I will.

The line has been drawn.
This is not about being skinny, or fitting into size 10 jeans.
This is about being the me I want to be.
I want to be strong.
I want to feel good.
I want to take on the world ... and I know I will.

I'm drawing the line. The journey starts again.
Watch this space. Big things are about to happen






I've come a long way baby.








This woman is no longer. I can't even imagine being her anymore.

















I've had several days lately that my body has forced me to rest.








To let it recover








(stupid cold )

















It has driven me bonkers. I just want to move.