Is there anything more foolish than completing an Ironman?

I think the only thing more foolish than completing an ironman is to get up at 4.30am on a Sunday morning to go and watch an Ironman! If I'm getting up at that hour of the morning I may as well be competing in the race! So tomorrow morning some friends and I will be getting on our bikes at 4.45am to head down to Frankston to watch the swim start of the Melbourne Ironman. A lot of people from Tri-Bal will be racing so will be great to get down there and cheer them on. However the weather is not forecasted to be so warm and 4.30am is still night time in my books so I am starting to wonder why the hell am I sacrificing a Sunday morning sleep in! But when you are at that start line waiting to race, there is nothing better than knowing that your friends and family are out there supporting you, so it is my turn to be the support this time.
To all my friends racing tomorrow GOOD LUCK! I hope the weather gods are nice to you all and I hope that after watching your inspiring performances tomorrow that I may be inspired again to do Ironman number 2!

Questioning Ironman Number 2...

So I started this blog to document my journey towards Ironman number 2, slight glitch, there may be no Ironman number 2!
The goal was always to compete in an Ironman Race before I turned 30 and last year I achieved that goal by completing Busselton Ironman in a time that was not too far off my target time. I had great fun racing and afterwards was on a massive high (once I got past the pain of recovering!) and I was determined to race another Ironman and to do better. I went out and bought every book on the subject. How to run better, how to train better, how to get to optimum race weight. I was focused and more determined than ever and was excited about entering Busselton again for this year. However things have changed, I'm getting older and wiser! I am enjoying life at the moment and the thought of training for another ironman is perhaps not so appealing anymore, afterall nearly 6 months of my life last year were consumed with training, I had hardly any social life, I never got to sleep in and I was tired all of the time. Now I train when I feel like it (which is probably not as often as I should), I can go out and drink, I can sleep in, I can see my friends and of course spend time with Matt :-)
Training for an Ironman is a selfish affair and last year was all about me so I could afford to be selfish. This year things have changed, I've met Matt and maybe my priorities are changing!
Also last year I spend a ridiculous amount of money on triathlon! So would be nice to actually save some money this year.
So what does all of this mean for the blog! Afterall it is meant to be about bikes, boys and baking on my journey to ironman number 2. Now there is potentially not going to be an Ironman Number 2 and boys has become boy! But hey I am still having fun writing this even if no-one is reading it!

Workaholic?

Why is it that I am still working at 9.30pm on a Friday night? I clearly need to get a life! So it would appear that I have gone from one extreme to the other, spending all my time training for an ironman to now spending all my time working. The difference being one ends up costing me a lot of money whilst one ends up earning me a lot of money, but then again does it? Afterall I get paid the same regardless of how many hours I work so it would seem I am the fool for working ridiculous hours. Though I guess the upside is that whilst I am working I am not out spending money so I guess it saves me money! Have to put a positive spin on it somehow. So I had just started to get a social life back after alienating all of my friends whilst training for ironman to now becoming a bore again because I seem to be working all of the time.

It pays to complain sometimes!

So each year everything seems to go up in price; car insurance, health insurance, contents insurance, actually pretty much any type of insurance that all seems to be a necissity in life seems to go up and each year I just look at the increase and do nothing. Well not this year! I am sick of paying too much for things and letting companies continually put up their prices for no extra benefit or service. So when last week I received my car insurance policy which was to go up by $20 a month (even though with it was a letter telling me how I am such a good driver that I am getting a 5% saf driver discount now) I got straight on the phone and within 5 minutes I had the increase reduced from $20 to $2 per month. Now I know anyone reading this is probably thinking that I a just being a massive tight arse, and maybe I am. But this got me starting to think about how much money I could actually save in a year if I cut back on a few things and stopped accepting prise increases to be a given. So I have now started on a bit of a cost saving rampage, afterall I need to try to recoup some of the savings I lost last year from spending far too much money on triathlon! So far I have ensured my car insurance won't go up, reduced my health insurance by $50 a month, cancelled my gym membership at $72 a month, and giving up my daily cafe bought coffee. Yes I know I am being a complete tight arse, perhaps it would just be easier to get a payrise! But last year was all about having fun and spending way too much money, as I am now fast approaching 30 I have decided it is time to get serious and start saving to buy a house. Lets see how long I can keep up these cost saving initiatives before deciding that life is too short and wanting to have fun again!

That awkward moment

So there comes a time in every relationship when one person farts in front of the other and it is a very awkward moment when this does happen!! It doesn't help when the earlier evening conversation was around girls claiming that they don't fart. At least I was smart enough to say that of course I fart at times, just not in front of others. About 1/2 an hour after this conversation and after one very extremely large meal of extremely good Thai food I found myself feeling rather bloated. As I was pushing out my stomach to highlight just how bloated i was the boy decided to poke me in the belly and out squeaked one very large fart. Needless to say I was extremely embarrassed and have now earnt myself the nickname of 'little fart monkey' just what every girl dreams of being called by her boyfriend.

What a day

Training is almost back on track, hit a slight road bump this week with something called 'work'! Working a 60 hour week doesn't make it easy to fit in training! But did for everything in asides swimming (oops!) don't think I have ever looked forward to the weekend as much as I did yesterday and now it is turning into one of the best weekends!
Managed a nice cruisy 20km run this morning followed by some me time! Actually took the time to slow down for 10 mins! Gave myself a facial and a manicure and pedicure. A spring clean out of the wardrobe, a coffee with some friends, a trip to bunnings, grocery shopping and now off to Williamstown for a coffee with the boy followed by a girls night out for a friends b'day. And after all of this there are still 2 whole days left to the weekend!
Busso is still a priority but must admit that it is nice to spend a Saturday enjoying life and not cycling 180km!