If only there was a pill.

Let me preface this post by saying this: Drugs are not the answer.

Right, now that's over with, I sometimes dream of being able to take narcotics to keep me skinny, as long as they 1. wouldn't cause me to have an addition 2. wouldn't get me arrested and 3. wouldn't do any long term damage to my body or mind. Clearly I am already out of my mind.

I lovingly recall that old line from Absolutely Fabulous where Patsy says to Eddy "Sweetie, you need to lose weight the traditional way...cigarettes and laxatives." I love that line...probably a little tooo much.

What I'm getting at is that it's days like today that I wish there was a pill. Not just a skinny pill, but a motivation pill; a consistency pill; a determination pill; a self confidence pill. Get my drift? I was supposed to run this morning but slept in instead. Went to bed too late. Felt a bit meh when I got up. Took the easy way out.

But instead of a pill, what I really need is a teaspoon of cement. Last weekend, I watched Dodgeball with a bunch of friends. It was a stupid, hilarious and super funny flick. Totally juvenile and great. There's this scene in it where Lance Armstrong randomly runs into Vince Vaughan's character, Peter La Fleur, at an airport, and gives him a royal kick up the bum for bailing out of the of Dodgeball championship. It goes like this...

(and thanks to IMDB for the transcript)

Peter La Fleur: Uh, actually I decided to quit... Lance.
Lance Armstrong: Quit? You know, once I was thinking about quitting when I was diagnosed with brain, lung and testicular cancer, all at the same time. But with the love and support of my friends and family, I got back on the bike and I won the Tour de France five times in a row. But I'm sure you have a good reason to quit. So what are you dying from that's keeping you from the finals?
Peter La Fleur: Right now it feels a little bit like... shame.
Lance Armstrong: Well, I guess if a person never quit when the going got tough, they wouldn't anything to regret for the rest of their life. But good luck to you Peter. I'm sure this decision won't haunt you forever.

Am I the only one who has had these moments?!? A healthy dose of perspective can be a great motivator. I've mentioned a couple of times my friends GP and BS who are both in the fights of their lives at the moment - both against cancer. I think of GP a lot when I'm running because I know he wishes he could ditch the chemo and go for a jog.

I hope I'm not getting to preachy but here's the thing. Lives that look outwards are always going to be so much more powerful and impacting that those which are focused on self. It's just the way it is.

So the bad news is, there is NO pill (damn it). But the good news is, none of us really has to look that far to find some real motivation ...

Chat soon

GT

Oh no! It's the D word....

I am not one of these women who resents those of our gender who can eat whatever they want without putting weight on. Oh no. I am far to well balanced for such juvenile antics. And if you believe THAT, I've got some GREAT beachfront land in Kalgoorlie for sale...

I confess to occasionally wanting to poke one of these stick ladies in the eye as they sashay past me. I confess that from time to time, I have petitioned the almighty as to WHY He chose to give my Mother's ballet dancer DNA to my BROTHER rather than to me. But here's the thing. I have come full circle in this issue I really have.

Like most in our profession, I've watched and taken part in the great body image debate. But here's the thing. I have a pretty simple view of things.

That is, the most sensible, and really, the only answer can be found in one word. Health. You can NOT argue that carrying extra body fat, particularly around the belly (my personal nemesis) is healthy. You can't argue that doing no physical exercise is okay. And so help me God, someone please explain how any highly processed food can be good for our bodies. I could rant all day...

So yesterday, I tweeted and FB'd about the fact that I'd asked my running coach to put me on a diet. There was a mixed reaction. Some encouraging, some aghast...but you need to understand the context.

As I write this blog, I am at a healthy body weight, but to do the races I want to do this year, I need to lose between 5 and 7kgs. It's a simple fact. But I have been in a different place.

I was, at one (unhappy) stage in my life, 14 kgs heavier than I am. That's fullness of that yarn is a story for another day and if anyone is interested enough I'll tell it. But the short story is that in MY life, I wasn't happy. I was tired, I was grumpy all of the time, I had no energy, my self esteem was in the toilet and I was looking around for everyone to blame. The food I ate was mostly junk. Processed and fatty, lots of empty calories and stuff that basically was no good for my body. Oh and I generally ate tonnes of it.

Which leads me to this - my favorite - cause for which to crusade. Personal responsibility.

No-one held a gun to my head as I shoveled food into my mouth. No one held my pony hostage and threatened Buddy's life unless I downed a monster bag of chips. It was my choice. I did it. Me. And nothing changed in my life until I stopped playing the victim, and started doing something about it. (Just an aside, read Michelle Bridges' book Crunch Time - it talks a LOT about this subject www.michellebridges.com.au)

Not saying it was easy. It wasn't. It took a lot of discipline and determination, and if I can be cheeky enough to say, courage. I think the ladies will understand when I say I needed to slap my emotions around a bit, and stop being ruled by them (can I get a witness??). And of course it came down to that simple, yet magical combination of diet and exercise. Less in, more out.

So now I run as a matter of course. I eat clean as a matter of course. They are non-negotiable parts of my daily routine. It doesn't cost anything to wake up, put your runners on and head out the door.

And here's something that made me laugh. Recently, I was talking about this very subject with a friend who I've known for about a year and she said "It's okay for YOU, you were born slim."

Firstly, I nearly collapsed with delight. But then I gave her a snapshot of what I'm writing about now. It was hard to convince her, but I promise you this...I KNOW how hard it is. There are no secrets and no short cuts. It's all about consistency.

So here's the thing folks. It's a no brainer. Cupcakes and chips are treat foods not every day foods. Gin and Tonic is a weekend drink, not an every day, after work relaxant.

I'm not proclaiming to be a guru. If that's your take out from this, then you've haven't heard my heart. I'm just someone who has been there, done that. I've walked the road so I can talk from experience.

So yes, I'm on a training diet ahead of Darlington.. Yes, it's a little more strict than normal. No, it's not gonna starve me, it will nourish my body and help me gain strength.

And when I run that race, I'll be in the best condition I can be in.

GT

Ooooh ! A massage....?

You know when you tell someone you're going to have a massage and their eyes kind of glaze over? Or perhaps their pupils dilate and they kind of murmer involuntarily .."Oooh...a massage" like some kind off rhetorical question.

Well. I had a massage on Saturday. And it wasn't like that. No, it was about as relaxing as 12 years hard labour in a Chinese prison. Yeah. THAT kind of massage.

Langer, my husband, is a Chiropractor and God love him, he's got four awesome masseuses who work at his clinic. So I book in to see Kristie.

GT to Langer; "Is she any good? I've been really tight through the glutes and my left SI is really giving me grief?"

Langer to GT. "Yeah, she's strong."

Strong? STRONG? Saying that this woman is strong is like saying that Michael Jackson was a little eccentric. Kristie had me writhing on the table. I mean, if i could have levitated out from underneath her I would have. She dug into my glutes, she found so many knots in my back, it was like a workout just lying there.

Kristie to GT "You're quite the squirmer aren't you?"

GT "Ah, it's actually quite sore. Really sore to be honest."

Kristie to GT " Oh yeah, I can feel it. You're tight as. Your muscles are all stringy and they feel very twitchy to touch."

GT (in her brain) "Tell me something I DON'T know.."

An hour after it started, I was hobbling out of there, a broken shadow of my former self, chugging water like a schoolie downs beer. On Sunday, I woke up feeling like I did the time I took my horse to a three hour cross country clinic in 38 degree heat...sore from head to toe.

Kristie, oh Kristie...you have dished out a beating...

I whinged my way though Sunday, dreading have to get up today to run but then, a miracle.

As i strode out this morning, running was easier. My back was almost SINGING as I pounded the track between Trigg and Hilarys. All of that pain was, wait for it, worth it. And guess what? I'm going back for more.

The moral of the story? No idea. All I know is that pain is a symptom that something is not right. Taking a pill might make it go away but it will only mask the underlying problem for a short while. Running is an awesome way to burn fat and get fit, but it's also really tough on your body. So investing in some TLC for my muscles will become a regular event in my training diary, rather than something I do when I feel like I'm about to fall apart. Kristie can dish out the pain any old time.

Chat soon,

GT

Please check for signs of insanity

I am thinking of doing a full marathon. There I said it. Please check for signs of insanity.

Your thoughts?

GT

GT Driving

So I'm having a week off training to recover from my month o' illnesses. First the man-virus, then the gastro-to-beat-all-gastros. But!! The silver lining was all in the timing (you like my rhyme? I'm practicing for Lupe Fiasco in Feb...)

My cousin and his fiance arrived from Italy last Saturday (gastro-launch day - they were terribly good sports about it) but the good thing about not having to train this weekend can be summed up in two magical words.

Road Trip.

Yeah baybeh...it's a fair dinkum Tognini fest this weekend and I'm loving it. Down here in Dunsborough with my cousin Alessandro, his fiance Elena.

Here's Ale, enjoying a Guinness at the Settlers' Tavern in Margaret River this arvo....

It has been two days of verbal mayhem....seriously. I am the only one, my Dad and his sister aside, who speaks fluent Italian so my brain has been doing gymnastics - switching from English to Italian and back again. And get this! Today, while visiting the Yallingup caves, I successfully translated the phrase "prescribed burning". I'd call that a win...

It's so funny - Elena is a purist tourist. She will photograph anything that moves, and stacks of stuff which doesn't. Today, she took a photo of the sign at Vasse Felix which said there were ducks crossing the road. Get my drift? Alessandro, my cousin, has been to Australia twice before. He's mad for it. He has ordered eggs benedict every morning since arriving. It's not so big in Italy so he's trying to get his fill while he can.

We're so lucky to live in WA. All Alessandro and Elena can talk about is how much they'd love to live in Dunsborough. They can't get over it. They have travelled to the Maldives, Mauritius and Zanzibar and rate OUR beaches the best. Clearly Togninis have excellent taste.

Their favourite? Bunker Bay...I think my Havs look right at home....

And quite honestly, there's nothing better than a quick later afternoon kip on the beach...but being woken up from one is not so cool. Still, I managed to smile about it...

The best thing? Having my family here. You might not believe me, but our family is kinda like the anti-Italian family. There aren't many of us, and most of us are in Italy, so growing up, I never had that close sense of belonging like my friends did with cousins their own age.

Having Alessandro and Elena here, I feel so spoilt. It's wonderful. Hurrah for family, huh?

Oh and while I remember, a BIG shout out to the organic juice bar in Margaret River ... hands down the best juice I've ever tasted. Go there, buy one. You'll love it.

Tomorrow, the drive home. Monday. Training begins again.

Alla prossima

GT

Baby it aint over till it's over....

Good bye Busso, hello Darlington. Yep folks. I've been beaten by Gastro Gold. Yes ladies and gentlemen, not two, but four days of gastro. My crafty body lulled me into a false sense of security and I THOUGHT I was all better but then...ROUND TWO.

Half of Perth is down with this thing. So by my basic calculations, that would have left me with four weeks to get ready for the Busso half.

No. Dice.

But it's okay! Cause baby, it aint over till it's over (great song from the 90's). So it's straight to the hills for me....back to Darlington, the scene of my blooding as a runner.

I'm gonna spend the rest of the week seriously getting better...then, training starts again on Monday.

GT

oh...p.s. How GREAT is summer! I am itching to get back out on the track between Trigg and Hillarys ...specially at first light and late in the afternoon when the sun is going down. You can't beat it.

Did I walk under a ladder???

I write this on the couch, recovering from a brutal 24 hours of gastro. Did I walk under a ladder? If I was superstitious, I'd be racking my brains for evidence. But I'm not. And i digress. My point is, i JUST got over the man-virus and now this.

Seriously folks, without straying into the territory of a massive over-share, I had no idea the human body could behave the way mine did over the last 24 hours.

Put it this way. I am now confident of my status as a world champion spewer. Say no more.

I actually spewed into my own hair. This is true. I am over sharing and I don't care. Not one bit.

Oh how delightful this must be for you guys to read...I consider it a verbal purge, as opposed to the literal one, if you get my drift.

And I will say this, God bless the person who left a box of Jatz Crackers at my house after New Year's Eve. Those little critters have saved me today. And PowerAide. Thank the Good Lord for PowerAide.

What all of this points to is the fact that once again, I have missed my long run. And I'm running out of time. I don't want to diss my friend Winston Churchil, but I gotta be realistic. My coach says it will be touch and go to be ready for Busso with just five weeks left - four if you count my taper...

We shall see. Oh and a big shout out to Lauren T Gorton - gtmedia gal extraordinaire and currently fighting off the flu while on her fully sick honeymoon in the states. Get better Loz! The team is cheering for you!

Now, where are those Jatz??

GT