The Power of Suffering

The Power of Suffering

The Power of Suffering  Thanks so much for inviting me here to talk with you today. Special thanks to New York City Marathoner Kirsten for the invitation.  Today I would like to talk about … The power of suffering!  Now I understand that the first thing people think...
Next Monday

Next Monday

I always grew up sporty, I played handball, soccer or bullrush with the boys and the other two “tomboys” at lunch. Dad bought me a rugby ball and kicking tee one Christmas when my sister got nail polish and stationary. The beep test was my heaven and the...
Cheaper Than Therapy

Cheaper Than Therapy

Warm and Fuzzies Sometimes the best part of a Manly Beach Running Club session is the rush of endorphins coursing through the body from raising the heart rate first thing in the morning. Sometimes it’s the smug satisfaction of putting in a solid sweat session...
The (not so spectacular) comeback

The (not so spectacular) comeback

In May I ran my second half marathon. I trained really really hard. I ate well, rested and was really prepared. I was aiming for a sub-2 hour, my PB was 2:14, so it wasn’t beyond the realms of possibility.  During the race at 15km I hit the wall and walk/ran for the...
Transitioning from Road to Trail

Transitioning from Road to Trail

When I first made the decision to not only attempt to transition from road to the trails but that my first event would be the UTA50; one of Australia’s most prestigious trail races, people that knew me well thought I had lost my mind. By no means am I a typical...
Run, repeat, REST and run

Run, repeat, REST and run

This was meant to be my first blog about the Wednesday run from Manly Beach Surf Club to Curl Curl…..however…. My normal Wednesday run has been rudely interrupted by a travelling husband. Being a mom of twin toddlers and with no family to call on to babysit at 5.30am...