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The Joy of Breaststroke: tri just got raunchy

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The Joy of Breaststroke: tri just got raunchy

As you know, despite best efforts, I can’t get the Grumpster interested in triathlon. He doesn’t have a bike, he ran his first parkrun and promptly put his back out, and he flat refuses to swim. Apparently, he can drown with even more alacrity than me. But I’ve noticed his eyes light up recently when […]

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Strava. Did you say stalker?

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Strava. Did you say stalker?

Strava came up in conversation today. Over a very well-deserved breakfast. (Which, incidentally, was delicious). Following my epiphany about training, the one about perfection, I embraced the inner turtle, which meant I trained today! It’s like a miracle. So, there we were, sitting around in a caff in Nundah, having cycled, swum, cycled, run. In a […]

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The Perfectionist Lurking Within

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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 […]

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Less is more: Mooloolaba Triathlon Race Report

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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 […]

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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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Thursday Thoughts: you really want to know?

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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 […]

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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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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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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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