Grounded by kryptonite....

So, can't say it hasn't been an adventure this past 10 days; visiting physio, x-ray, doctor.   I'm not going to bore you with the details of all that totally thrilling maze; the end result and final diagnosis....drum roll; 

•    Small fracture in fibula near ankle
•  Avulsion to ligament from said fibula to ankle bone.  (In English, means I stretched my ligament that much it pulled a flake of bone off - yippee) 
•   Grade 2 damage to both middle and back tendon.  Which isn't so bad in big scheme of things.  :)

Yep, think that is about it.

Everybody keeps telling me I did a good job.  So I'm going to take pride, ownership and say thanks.  When I do things, I like to do them well.  I have this annoying trait everything has to be perfect when done well.  Although, this time I didn't quite have to take it to this level.  It kinda puts a different angle on training.   

Training, yes, well where does it leave me?  Good question. For the next two weeks (at least) I have a very fashionable boot on.  I could now be known as "Puss in Boot"  As everything is happening on the high end of the ankle, my said boot extends all the way to the knee.  Just need my sixties dress now with sparkles and will be rockin'.

My new fashion accessory...pretty cool hey :)  With dark and stormy clouds or days ahead maybe?

Anyway, as to where this all leaves me for training and my 70.3 Ironman Cairns.  Not sure.  I'm just going to take to day by day, see what happens.  I've had the why me, water works and the absolute shites about it all in the last ten days.  In-between the laughter of what an idiot super girl was at not sticking the landing.  So time will tell.  Remain positive, take pain killers, listen to your body (that one courtesy of Coach M).

At the end of the day I can't change what has happened, and things could be worse.  Am I a tad disappointed, at this stage of the game.  That would be, yep.  But need to focus forward not backwards and get on with making it better, is the first step.  

I'm a firm believer of what will be, will be. ( Oh dear so many cliches yet here we go again..) So if the universe really wants me to nut this year's 70.3 Ironman Cairns, out it will happen.  I wish I could fast forward to see if that is going to happen but have to wait.....  Kinda thinking I'll be in for one hell of a test of mind, body, and spirit.  Good thing I have some amazing people around me.

Yours Puss in Boot

Shell xoxo :)

PS: the one bonus is that swimming is first thing I can do, how awesome is that considering live in the tropics and its summer.  Woot woo. :)  Safe training everyone xoxo :)

Who Inspires you?

We all have those that inspire us, to make better versions of us.  There are some that just plug away and do their thing.  Not even realising, they inspire others to do greater things.  Although, some procrastinate about making better versions of themselves.  Others think they are fine and dandy.  That is awesome, good for you.  As long as you know, within yourself, you are the best you can be.

But what inspires you, to do things, bigger and better? 

Who inspires me?  It isn't any one particular thing or person, it is many.  My coaches and team mates inspire me because they are like the ever ready bunny and just keep going.  Which makes me want to keep going too, because if I stop and not train.   I'm not going to make it to the finish line, in June.  Along with that, is words of encouragement, and kicks up the butt when required.  Yep, there will be plenty of kicks required as we head into the coming weeks.

Most of all what inspires me is those that have, and still; pay it forward.  Against the odds, try and make things better for others; Nelson Mandela,  Mother Theresa, Doctors without Borders, a beautiful family that left their home country and now foster Chinese orphans in China,  our service men and woman, my family, those battling against the odds.  The list goes on, but I think you may get the general idea. 

So I'll draw on those that inspire me, to collect each piece of the puzzle along the way in this adventure.  The jigsaw pieces of the training, programme, advice, one foot in front of the other,  etc.  Take each piece and start to fit it together and come June, when all the stars align, this puzzle will be complete.   At the end, if it is a better, fitter, healthier version of me.  I'll be ecstatic because I've had a lot of help and inspiration to get to the final destination.

Pay it forward happy people

Shell xo :)

Insanity button hit...

Emotions of waiting to register...

As I sit here and wait for registration to open for Cairns 70.3 Ironman.  There are all sorts of gobshite floating around in my head.  The number one being, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?  Then, you are bloody nuts?  Who thinks, swimming 1.9km in Trinity Inlet with the snappy hand bags with 3,000 other people is fun?  Who then thinks riding 90km along one of Australia's great coastlines, is fun?  And then, why not, throw in a half marathon because you weren't having enough fun already?  Nuts right.  Yep.

The onset of midlife crisis has well and truly hit, leaving me doubt whether all my hormones have taken away my ability to make sane decisions. In all the crazy stuff and challengers I've done, this is one way out of the comfort zone.  So why do we make these (at this point) stupid, crazy decisions.  First and foremost I blame it on Coach M.   It is well and truly all her fault for planting the seed and making me believe I can do this.  Then, the crazy people I train with for also, making me believe I can do this.  My amazing husband for all his support; "give it a go Smash". 

Said list, could go on, but do you see the pattern and key ingredient.  Surrounding yourself with people that believe in you, even when you don't.  It gets you to start to "believe anything is possible", and hey why not give this crazy, foolish, idiotic, daft, unwise, outlandish, peculiar, eccentric....ok the thesaurus is running out of words now, thing a go. 

So, while I feel absolutely nauseated at having to press that button for rego.  At the same time;  Wow this is really happening, buggar me, and back to the WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING, train of thought.  It's a bit like training, a roller coaster.  One minute you have had awesome swim session, run, feeling very "Olympic".  Next swim session you feel like you are drowning doing catch up drills and chicken wings.  I keep coming back to that feeling of crossing the finishing line last year, totally amazing and out of this world of happiness after all the hard work and smile.

Now; tick....tick...tick.....waiting for 11am ....

All done and still feel sick...

BOOOOMMM.. the bell has rang and rego is now complete.  I don't know whether I want to scream from the top of the Pyramid (although that would involve a 1km walk up hill, pass) or dive into the ocean avoiding all stingers and scream there.  As hubby always says; what's done is done, now get on with it.

That is the plan, with a lot, and I mean a lot of help from my crazy coaches, crazy training partners, who most are having same crazy thoughts together right at this time.   

As my hands shake typing this, because it is a nutty real, moment in time.  The ultimate choice to do this was MINE, so here goes I'll leave the final words to Eleanor Roosevelt and let's get this party started. 

"You have to accept whatever comes and the only important thing is that you meet it with courage and with the best that you have to give.
Eleanor Roosevelt"

Happy training crazy ones

Shell xo :)

Lets get the party started crazy ones....whoot woo :)