Archive for the goals tag

Jolly

The Perfectionist Lurking Within

Training Diary 1 Comment
The Perfectionist Lurking Within

Perfectionist? Me? I had an odd realisation last week. Odd, because I am many things: a mother, a wife, someone who converses with animals like they truly understand, a very occasional blogger, a procrastinator, an undomesticated non-goddess – to name but a few. Perfectionist is not something I would have thought to throw into the […]

Read more
Jolly

Less is more: Mooloolaba Triathlon Race Report

Training Diary 2 Comments
Less is more: Mooloolaba Triathlon Race Report

Ah Mooloolaba – the Loo with a View. What a day we had. A day where my race went down the toilet. A day of lessons. And the lesson I learned was that if anyone tells you “less is more”, don’t believe them. I did less training (at least in the last 4 weeks of […]

Read more
Jolly

Gatorade QTS 7 Race Report – Raby Bay

Training Diary 2 Comments
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 […]

Read more
Jolly

Blue Tape Focus

Homelife Crisis No Comment
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 […]

Read more
Jolly

Thursday Thoughts: you really want to know?

Training Diary No Comment
Thursday Thoughts: you really want to know?

Hello Thursday. Is it just me, or has this week been really long already? And I’ve only been back at work since Tuesday! I am sooooo tired, and I don’t know if it’s just me, or whether it’s because peeps have been feral. I can’t decide if work has been a little trying, or I am simply […]

Read more
Jolly

My Garmin Heart

Training Diary No Comment
My Garmin Heart

As you know, I have a bit of a Garmin obsession. And despite my best efforts to deal with this unfortunate affliction, Santa made things worse. And he brought me another little Garmin gadget to delight my heart. Although it’s a bike Garmin, so was technically a gift for my bike, not me. I think […]

Read more
Jolly

2017: Freshwater Snails and other unusual sightings

Training Diary No Comment
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 […]

Read more
Jolly

Top 10 ways to combine work & tri training

Training Diary 3 Comments
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 […]

Read more
Jolly

Fairy fenders: a progress report

Training Diary 2 Comments
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 […]

Read more
Jolly

Life in the Slow Lane

Training Diary 4 Comments
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. […]

Read more
%d bloggers like this: