So today was absolutely gorgeous here in Canberra. The weather has been outstanding - possibly because Her Majesty and His Royal Highness are in town and even Canberra spring knows when it is licked - so it has meant digging out the sunscreen and water bottle. Found the sunscreen after rummaging around under the sink for 10 minutes. The top had that lovely "crust" that sunscreen bottles get after you haven't used them for a while, but I dealt with this by pointing the nozzle down the sink and applying some pressure. My fingers are stronger than I remember, as the crusty plug shot out of the bottle with some force, bounced off the plug hole and lodged in the window flyscreen. Great look.
Today's session with Mistress Pain hot, sunny and possibly has broken my arse. No kettlebells today (which shocked me. It is one of her favourite torture devices) but lots of step ups, TRX squats and a cardio routine she calls "Malcolm". Not sure why it is called that, as Malcolm is a fairly innocuous sounding name. The exercise is nothing near innocuous. Basically you do a burpee, run 10m, do another burpee, run another 10m, another burpee and then run back to the start line and it goes all over again. For 6 minutes at a time. I was very glad I hadn't had a big lunch, as it would have been putting in a high velocity and possibly chunky reappearance. For a "break" we would do TRX squats. fun. Love you, love your work, mistress pain.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Faster than a speeding freaked out person screaming "aaaaaaaaaargh!!!!"
SO hiya readers!
I bet you thought I'd never come back, eh? Well, I am back now. Am exercising and eating healthily and mentally I am in a place which I would pretty much call my happy place. Something comes along every now and then to shake the crazy tree, but I have a pretty firm grip on the branch I am on right now and if it all gets a bit too much, I just climb up or down, out of the way.
I have officially finished therapy and am now in what is called "maintenance". It was one of those weird feelings of part relief, part sadness when my private braincare specialist finally said one day "I don't think there is anything more we can achieve in our sessions. You are as well as I think I am going to see you". It was strange to hear the words I had been longing for - I was and wasn't ready for them. On an intellectual level I knew I was really doing well but on an emotional level it was kind of like breaking up with your boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, he was not my boyfriend, but he had become a constant in my life and suddenly it wasn't going to be there. He actually "weaned" me off being reliant on a shrink, which was weird. I was worried I had become addicted to therapy, but he was confident I could make it. He does this with all of his long term patients so he knows that they are going to be more or less ok on their own. I haven't seen him for 4 months now and have been going really well. Very anxious for the first 3 weeks but now am scooting along very happily on my own.
The good news is that my foot problem also got a firm diagnosis. I had fractured my TMT joint in my left foot and although the bones healed well, the cartilage in the joint was completely rooted. The pain I get now is the result of bone grinding on bone, which tends to tickle a bit. This means no more running or high impact for me, probably EVER. There are plenty of other exercises I can do, so I am concentrating on them. Let's just say kettle bells and push ups have become my friends. Ever since my podiatrist got me into MBT shoes, I am now also able to walk up to around 10km at a time, so the cardio is also going well.
I bet you are wondering about the title of my post. Well, those of you who have read my blog before are well aware of my love/hate relationship with Mt Ainslie. Well now that my foot is better i have started walking up there again and on Monday I got some extra motivation to do it extra fast. A farking great brown snake came out across the path at me and I took off so fast I bet it looked like one of those loony tunes cartoons where the shadow stays in place as the person runs off. I reckon I did a time over 400m that would have made Usain Bolt proud and my feet hit the ground maybe 8 times in that 400m. I also made some high pitched, not-very-brave sounds that got the attention of a few of the other walkers on the mountain. I think I meant to say "gosh, everyone take care, there is a brown snake on the path" It came out sounding like "farking phoooo phaaa snicky snack snack". I'm sure they got the general idea.
Who says motivation can't find you??
I bet you thought I'd never come back, eh? Well, I am back now. Am exercising and eating healthily and mentally I am in a place which I would pretty much call my happy place. Something comes along every now and then to shake the crazy tree, but I have a pretty firm grip on the branch I am on right now and if it all gets a bit too much, I just climb up or down, out of the way.
I have officially finished therapy and am now in what is called "maintenance". It was one of those weird feelings of part relief, part sadness when my private braincare specialist finally said one day "I don't think there is anything more we can achieve in our sessions. You are as well as I think I am going to see you". It was strange to hear the words I had been longing for - I was and wasn't ready for them. On an intellectual level I knew I was really doing well but on an emotional level it was kind of like breaking up with your boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, he was not my boyfriend, but he had become a constant in my life and suddenly it wasn't going to be there. He actually "weaned" me off being reliant on a shrink, which was weird. I was worried I had become addicted to therapy, but he was confident I could make it. He does this with all of his long term patients so he knows that they are going to be more or less ok on their own. I haven't seen him for 4 months now and have been going really well. Very anxious for the first 3 weeks but now am scooting along very happily on my own.
The good news is that my foot problem also got a firm diagnosis. I had fractured my TMT joint in my left foot and although the bones healed well, the cartilage in the joint was completely rooted. The pain I get now is the result of bone grinding on bone, which tends to tickle a bit. This means no more running or high impact for me, probably EVER. There are plenty of other exercises I can do, so I am concentrating on them. Let's just say kettle bells and push ups have become my friends. Ever since my podiatrist got me into MBT shoes, I am now also able to walk up to around 10km at a time, so the cardio is also going well.
I bet you are wondering about the title of my post. Well, those of you who have read my blog before are well aware of my love/hate relationship with Mt Ainslie. Well now that my foot is better i have started walking up there again and on Monday I got some extra motivation to do it extra fast. A farking great brown snake came out across the path at me and I took off so fast I bet it looked like one of those loony tunes cartoons where the shadow stays in place as the person runs off. I reckon I did a time over 400m that would have made Usain Bolt proud and my feet hit the ground maybe 8 times in that 400m. I also made some high pitched, not-very-brave sounds that got the attention of a few of the other walkers on the mountain. I think I meant to say "gosh, everyone take care, there is a brown snake on the path" It came out sounding like "farking phoooo phaaa snicky snack snack". I'm sure they got the general idea.
Who says motivation can't find you??
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