These last couple of weeks have been full of ups and downs.
I found a nearly-new pair of sweet boots at the Sallies for $5. Then I got blisters in said shoes. Big meaty blisters which genuinely prevented me from running.
I ate a pizza. Like an oven-tray sized pizza. At least. Possibly more. It was so good. Continue reading “Rebecca Run’s: Ups & Downs (and Tunnels Too)”
So this week was about embracing “serious” running. Being a “serious” runner. What does it take? What does it look like, sound like, feel like? Who can be a “serious” runner? Who can’t?
Here’s what my research has uncovered and how I have decided/how I have scrambled to measure up:
Continue reading “Rebecca Run’s: How To Be A “Serious” Runner (Or At Least Appear To Be One For Temporary Periods Of Time)”
It was back to work this week. So depressing after my week in Melbourne. Actually, I quite like my job most of the time and my boss is so cool and clever and beautiful and not that short (yes, she’s reading this). I just like doing other things a bit more. Like sleeping and lying on a beach. Melbourne was cool. My kids are quite cool in small doses too. Oh, and wine – that’s probably better than work too, but you know what? If we could drink wine at work, even just one day a week, or from 2pm on a Friday I think that that would make work a lot better and probably enhance many of our working relationships (What do you think, Boss?). Just saying. Continue reading “Rebecca Run’s: Princess Highway”
I spent this past week in Melbourne with my 4 year old daughter, visiting family, shopping and doing general touristy things. I also ran. Once.
And it was a pretty awesome way to explore the city. Continue reading “Rebecca Runs: Melbourne in the Morning”
I went for zero runs this week. Zero.
I considered running home from the Business Awards on Saturday night in my heels just so I could blog about one run at least. But then I remembered I’m not a 19 year old uni student anymore. Long story short – I’m never drinking again. Which actually means this week wasn’t a complete waste of time, because I think that sobriety will probably enhance my running game. Continue reading “Rebecca Runs: 10 Things I Hate About Running”
So I almost reached a crisis point on my journey this week. My passport arrived and the photo (which I trusted my husband to take) was next-level horrendous. I was almost confronted with the uncomfortable reality that I am chubby. And if I am chubby, then running is non-negotiable (horror!). But then the girls at work showed me how to extend my neck for photos, and just like that, I lost at least 5kgs on film/device (see photo comparisons). Crisis averted. The neck-stretch technique is still a work in progress as you can see from the photo, but at least I don’t have to stop eating pies. Yet. Continue reading “Rebecca Runs: Crisis Averted”
So after my first blog was published, Whakatāne Harriers got in touch and gushed about it, shared it on their Facebook page, and invited me to an interclub event today (Sunday, 19 August 2018). The way I read it, I’m pretty much a celebrity now. Which means I can never – EVER – actually go to an event. They’ll be so disappointed.
Anyway, I had a pretty dismal week on the running front. But I’m a human-being and it’s important not to forget that. Continue reading “Rebecca Runs – Pies, Priorities & Procrastination”
I haven’t actually [got the runs]. What I had was a vision of myself doing something as ridiculous as completing the Toi’s Challenge – an 18km course across town, bush, beach and farmland. Perhaps it was a forgotten dream even, kindled when I finished a rather slow leg of the relay last year and saw all the other inspiring finishers. Anyway, mostly I just like free stuff and I had a one-chance-only-offer to accept a free ticket from work that came with the conditions of training (should be helpful) and that I had to document the journey in an inspiring way. So I took it and like most ideas that I have, it was exciting for a moment or so, but unlike other fleeting ideas of mine, this time I’m stuck. Committed. For the next three-and-a-half months anyway. Continue reading “Rebecca Runs: Got The Runs”