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Gatorade QTS 7 Race Report – Raby Bay

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Gatorade QTS 7 Race Report – Raby Bay

Raby Baby 4:15am is a ridiculous time of day. Particularly on a Sunday. It’s ridiculous if you’re conscious, at least. If you’re not conscious, then you are in the lucky position of not having to assess the ridiculousness of 4:15am. You are being sensible and sleeping, and you can remain in that state for several more […]

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Blue Tape Focus

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Blue Tape Focus

Two unusual things about this weekend: I was on the telly last night. And I’m going to participate in a triathlon tomorrow. #Truefacts. Oh, and I’m blogging. But that’s more an aberration than merely unusual. (Sorry Emma). Blogging focus of late = nil. Training focus of late = not much better. Focus on muscular thighs […]

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Public Service Announcement: Crossfit

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Public Service Announcement: Crossfit

Firstly, don’t make new year’s resolutions. I don’t wanna blog today. I know! There I was, waxing lyrical about blogging everyday like 3 days ago, but I haven’t got anything vaguely fascinating to tell you. So why inflict this tiny corner of the tinter-web on you if there isn’t anything worth spending your time reading? My […]

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2017: Freshwater Snails and other unusual sightings

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2017: Freshwater Snails and other unusual sightings

2017: It’s a New Year Baby So here we are in 2017! And yes, I’m still intact. Even if the blog is a little tatty around the edges for lack of attention…Can I just ask, though, what does it actually mean? New Year? Well, I know it means that we’ve been counting the days we circle […]

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The Garmin Jinx

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The Garmin Jinx

I saw this fabulous meme on Facebook (thanks to Justine, who has the best FB meme feed EVA). Because as we all know, every good triathlete should be outside, hurtling along with their Garmin in tow, doing triathlon stuff.Right now, I should be outside, pushing pedals, rather than scribbling on my blog. I should be slightly dying on […]

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Triathlon hurts

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Triathlon hurts

Hello World and Fellow Triathlon peeps! I know you must have been imagining the worst: the water finally claimed me. But no!! The depths I’ve been plumbing have been the workaday chasms of the mineral working world. And those of my own psyche. Not always the most scenic, but altogether absorbing. So, the little blog-let has […]

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Jolly

Top 10 ways to combine work & tri training

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Top 10 ways to combine work & tri training

OMG. Hello. Are you still there? It’s been so long since I last blogged that WordPress barely recognised me. It wasn’t sure it should let me into my own webpage. Luckily, I had bruises to prove who I was. Having re-entered to world of Actual Paid Employment, blogging has had to take a backseat. Because working and tri […]

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Fairy fenders: a progress report

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Fairy fenders: a progress report

So I guess you’re sitting by your computer anxiously awaiting updates on the progress of the vag-bollock? And it being a delicate subject, like literally delicate, I don’t suppose it’s really your typical conversational opener: how’s your hooha today? It’s not the sort of thing you write on your Facebook status either: Feeling – manly […]

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Tri-umph and Tri-bulation

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Tri-umph and Tri-bulation

When I started blogging about my best efforts and attempts to become a tri-athlete, I was hoping to regale you with my stories of tri-umph over adversity. (Or maybe that should read tri-umph over aptitude.) It was supposed to be more than a catalogue of my disasters and tri-bulations in the pursuit of mastery of 3 sports. […]

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Life in the Slow Lane

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Life in the Slow Lane

Hello World! I thought it was about time I checked in here, in case you were you worried about me. I didn’t want those of you who don’t see me shambling round South Brisbane thinking I might be languishing at the bottom of a pool, my frantic splashing mistaken by the lifeguard for epic friendliness. […]

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