Before the packers arrive…

This week, the last in our house, I lost two toenails, sold my car, gave away two guinea pigs, and paid a man to stick needles in my hands and feet. First-world problems I know! Only handing over the guinea pigs made me cry though to be honest, tears are bubbling under the surface constantly, partly because I’m not able to run much, mostly because we are leaving. The reason for my running woes is that my ass is still tight (see previous post). In fact, I have a spastic gluteus medius, which allows me to run around 4km, gets my … Continue reading Before the packers arrive…

If Only Guinea Pigs Could Fly

Last Sunday night, I sat down and did something I’d been procrastinating over for weeks. I made a poster advertising our four guinea pigs for adoption. And I cried. Guinea Pigs can’t fly, even on commercial airplanes, so we can’t take them with us to Australia. We’ve had Tiger, Dexter, Hermione and Grace for between two and a half and three years. It’s a bit complicated how we ended up with four in three separate cages but a Twitter feed description of the story would go something like: Two boys, one death, one boy, new friend, friend is a girl, … Continue reading If Only Guinea Pigs Could Fly

No running (water) !

So I can’t run today. I just shouldn’t. My foot is as sore as it was yesterday so I must heed it’s plea for rest. But I feel restless. Boy do I really, really want to run! Second to my desire to get out on the road is my wish for rain. We’ve had so little rain over the past two months that water rationing is now being implemented. In effect, this means that since 9 AM this morning, the water company has switched off supply to our area and it will not be switched back on until 4 PM … Continue reading No running (water) !

D-Day Minus 4 months

Moving sucks. And it doesn’t get easier emotionally (nor practically). And even when you know from experience that things usually work out, that children adjust to new schools, that new houses can be turned into new homes, that the nuances of every traffic system/shopping mall/currency/phone/culture/kitchen can be learned, and even new friends (and in this instance old friends too) await, it is done with a heavy heart. And tears. As a chronic weeper, there will, over the next few months, be lots of tears.  The trick is to stay positive, look forward not back, though not too far forward as … Continue reading D-Day Minus 4 months

How I got started…

I started running soon after my 40th birthday in mid-2011. Below is an article I wrote for a Malaysian magazine explaining how my competitive nature prompted me to up my tempo from walking to jogging. Now it’s hard to believe that I was never not a runner as I get so much out of it both mentally and physically. Mostly mentally, in fact. I’m currently signed up for three races. Yes I’ve discovered the high of registering for a race. It’s like accepting an invitation to a fancy ball long before you have to worry about tan lines, gowns and … Continue reading How I got started…