Sea change

I have moved here for a while.

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Consistency is the key

Well last week was a perfect training week. I got in all my programmed sessions as well as 2 extra personal training sessions and an ocean swim. My total for the week was 8 sessions or about 12 hours of training.

Next week looks a bit like this:

Monday - rest
Tuesday - cycle and pt with Steve
Wednesday - swim
Thursday - run
Friday - WWoT and swim
Saturday - cycle
Sunday - Sri Chinmoy 4km Centennial Park

It's nice to be getting some consistency in my training.

My training week - a little late

A little while ago someone asked me how much training I do. At the moment my load is a little light so this is what this week looks like. My next race is Club Champs in May (1/30/8 I think).

I also work full time and am studying part time!

• Monday - swim (done)
• Tuesday - recovery day (done)
• Wednesday - swim squad
• Thursday - pt with Steve and cycle
• Friday - WWot interval session and pt with Roz
• Saturday - run
• Sunday - recovery

Accountability

WWoT offer a new body program based on the CSIRO Total Wellbeing diet. So this week I coughed up a tidy some of cash and signed up.

It includes a pt session each week and daily contact with Wild Woman Roz. I have to weigh myself daily and sms the result to her or else. I know what you are thinking: daily weighing is bad. But hands up who does it anyway.

I am also outed in the WWoT weekly newsletter so all the Wild Women can follow my progress and with hold tasty treats when we are out on our walks.

The sound that you can probably hear right now is my stomach grumbling. How long until morning tea?

The book of excuses

I dragged myself out of bed this morning to meet up with the beginners ride from Centennial Park (yes I am still a beginner - at least my speed is that of a beginner). I felt tired, lethargic and really just couldn't be bothered.

We rode down to La Perouse to do a time trial. I did one lap and then stopped. Then I did another lap and stopped again. Then I gave up and consulted the book of excuses.

• My legs are tired.
• Look at those Council men cleaning the toilets.
• I have a headache.
• The sun rise is pretty today.
• I don't feel well.
• The timewarp function on my bike computer is broken.
• I just can't be bothered.
• I should have stayed in bed.

The WWoT girls were starting their Coast Trek from La Perouse so I cheered them on their way. They are walking 50km or 100km today - and probably into tomorrow too.

Here we are out exploring North Head yesterday.

Husky Sprint triathlon and Zoot suit

Last weekend I did the sprint distance (750/20/5) race at Huskisson. I was pumped before the race and ready to give it a good go. But once I got into the water I did my usual thing, started to panic, and as a result, ended up doing a pretty disappointing swim time.

I am not afraid of sharks and the depth of the water doesn't scare me. I don't mind the concept of swimming out to sea. I just don't understand why this keeps happening??

So rather than throw my hands up in the air and give up I came home and entered another race with an ocean swim. I entered the enticer race at Cronulla on 8th March which has a 400m ocean swim.

Husky had a pretty good expo with some nice bargains. In the past I have stated that I would never wear a one piece tri suit - so I bought one at Husky. I bought it a few sizes too small as a little extra weight loss incentive. It is pretty nice and cost me $80 instead of the RRP of $249.

Bargain.

This is what it looks like.

Because it's fun

A little while ago, as I was laying on the physio's table getting "treated", I asked myself the question: why do I do this to myself?

I am not competitive. My PBs are lame. My place is usually last place. I suffer aches and pains and probably have should have shares in my physiotherapist's practice by now. I really do like my sleep and I wheeze like an old dog when I forget to take my ventolin.

I know I am a bit of a challenge junkie and I do like to set big goals but why can't I just resign myself to the fact that, when athletic talent was being handed out, I was standing in the line marked "university education"?

Anyway, at the moment I am walking each run session on my program - thanks to a dodgy left hip.

Today I decided to take the dog out for company and we headed over to Sydney Park. Pi was so happy to be out, smiling from poochie ear to poochie ear. She "suffered" pats from passers by, sniffed the bums of other dogs and peeed on the occasional bit of interesting smelling grass.

I felt good. The morning was lovely. The sun was shining and a cool breeze kept most of the flies away. Life is good I thought to myslef. I am eating well and loving my exercise. I have some exciting goals set for the year. I wake each day with a sense of anticipation about what the day may bring.

I am planning a return trip to Nepal next year so I can stand on the top of a proper mountain - this makes me very happy and I find myself daydreaming about the Himalayas throughout the day.

At work I am Station Manager - in charge of the station and approximately 30 staff. Rather than being overwhelmed by the challenge I am loving the responsibility. I am going back to university soon to continue the studies I started at the beginning of 2007 and then had to abandon due to illness.

I am moving through life with purpose. I don't feel the need to do what I do in order to please, or gain the approval, of others. I am doing the things that I do, not because I feel I should, but because I want to.

Because it's fun.