Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
So, what's new?
Just a few quick snaps to share:
First up, me before, then finishing, the Tipperary Hill Shamrock Run (4 miles in 36mins55, 49/193 in my age group)
Next, a quick clip of Finn being presented with his end of season medal for services to the world of Hockey.
A couple of Meg: reading a magazine, helping with the laundry, and showing off her physical prowess!
Friday, March 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
It seemed like a good idea at the time.....
I don't know how many of you are aware of my propensity for having 'good ideas'. Every now and again one pops into my head and sooner or later I find myself on the brink of potential catastrophe and up to my neck in foolhardy-ness. The first time this happened, in about July 2005, I had a collaborator (you know who you are!) and thus some of the responsibility must be on another's shoulders. This time however, the blame lies completely and utterly with me. No-one else, just me.
And before you start panicking, Mother, this does not involve the producing of any more grandchildren, rest assured.
So the first idea? Well, it went something along the lines of: I've done a bit of running now, I can manage 14 or 15 kms in one go, why not run a MARATHON? It's not such a big leap up to 42.2 kms, is it? Oh my, you have no idea how much of a big leap that is. I do. I can tell you in graphic detail how much of a leap it is, how much training is involved and exactly how painful it is the next day.
Which brings me onto my second 'good idea'. The one that I can't blame Grandpa Irv for. It goes like this; I need another challenge, after all staying at home looking after 2 small children is not quite challenging enough for me, so before my daughter is 8 months old, I will start to train for a TRIATHLON. Good one. For the uninitiated, a Sprint Distance Triathlon (or at least the one I am training for) involves a swim of 750 metres, a bike ride of 14 miles, and a run of 3.1 miles (5kms). One after the other, with as little time as possible for changing kit in between (transitions). And the swim is in a lake. Yuk.
I know what you're thinking, after a marathon this should be a walk in the park, or at least a gentle uphill jog. I thought so. But when you factor in 2 small kidlets, one of which still wakes up every night, and training that must be done as soon as the gym opens at 5.30am, it's a little trickier. (These are all excuses of course, the real problem is that I am a shockingly bad cyclist!)
I'm expecting it all to get a bit easier when the snow has gone so I can run and bike outdoors, and when Meg turns 1, she can go into the childcare at the gym so I can have some later mornings. Neither of these things mean that I will suddenly be able to cycle up hills pain free, however.
Having said all of that, training on Saturday morning was fab: I ran 4 miles, cycled 12.5, then swam 1 km. Then did a pilates class for good measure. I'd love to say that I then skipped home and was the life and soul of the household for the rest of the day, but truth be told I was absolutely bushed. Exhausted doesn't really do it justice, and there was a fair amount of sympathy seeking. OK, whinging.
Still, the Tri isn't until August, so I'm hoping for some improvement. And if any of you have any 'good ideas' in the future, please keep them to yourself.
And before you start panicking, Mother, this does not involve the producing of any more grandchildren, rest assured.
So the first idea? Well, it went something along the lines of: I've done a bit of running now, I can manage 14 or 15 kms in one go, why not run a MARATHON? It's not such a big leap up to 42.2 kms, is it? Oh my, you have no idea how much of a big leap that is. I do. I can tell you in graphic detail how much of a leap it is, how much training is involved and exactly how painful it is the next day.
Which brings me onto my second 'good idea'. The one that I can't blame Grandpa Irv for. It goes like this; I need another challenge, after all staying at home looking after 2 small children is not quite challenging enough for me, so before my daughter is 8 months old, I will start to train for a TRIATHLON. Good one. For the uninitiated, a Sprint Distance Triathlon (or at least the one I am training for) involves a swim of 750 metres, a bike ride of 14 miles, and a run of 3.1 miles (5kms). One after the other, with as little time as possible for changing kit in between (transitions). And the swim is in a lake. Yuk.
I know what you're thinking, after a marathon this should be a walk in the park, or at least a gentle uphill jog. I thought so. But when you factor in 2 small kidlets, one of which still wakes up every night, and training that must be done as soon as the gym opens at 5.30am, it's a little trickier. (These are all excuses of course, the real problem is that I am a shockingly bad cyclist!)
I'm expecting it all to get a bit easier when the snow has gone so I can run and bike outdoors, and when Meg turns 1, she can go into the childcare at the gym so I can have some later mornings. Neither of these things mean that I will suddenly be able to cycle up hills pain free, however.
Having said all of that, training on Saturday morning was fab: I ran 4 miles, cycled 12.5, then swam 1 km. Then did a pilates class for good measure. I'd love to say that I then skipped home and was the life and soul of the household for the rest of the day, but truth be told I was absolutely bushed. Exhausted doesn't really do it justice, and there was a fair amount of sympathy seeking. OK, whinging.
Still, the Tri isn't until August, so I'm hoping for some improvement. And if any of you have any 'good ideas' in the future, please keep them to yourself.
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