via Daily Prompt: Acceptance

It’s a funny one this… I use to think acceptance was about laying down and letting people walk over me. I put so much energy into fighting against things, thinking it would make me stronger. But it just wore me down. Until I came across the acceptance  quote  from Bill and Bobs excellent adventure (in joke).

You don’t have to be religious to find it useful( I’m not )Once your ego can get over the fact that you are not in total control of all things(insert smiley face so no one gets offended) You may find it useful.

“And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed,it is because I find some person, place or situation unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person ,place or situation as being exactly the way as it is supposed to be at this moment ”

Its not the full quote but it’s not difficult to find. I’m not naive , I know there are situations where we think “REALLY? This shit is MEANT to be happening?” Well, yeah, in those situations, I usually have a snot-fest cry/rant and try to move on and do the next right thing.


Calvin and Hobbes, we’re big fans in this house. Have a super weekend.

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside.

I’m frustrated, I made a plan and it hasn’t worked out. After a period of not feeling brilliant physically and otherwise I had planned an epic return to running. My body thought otherwise. The return of sciatica has led to no running,sleepless nights and if I’m being honest low mood. A visit to the doctor resulted in a suggestion of an MRI, rest and some other stuff I won’t bore you with.

My own prescription? Well thanks to another blogger(slowrunnergirl) and her inspiring sea photos, I knew a good injection of sea air would help lift the mood. So on a rare shared day off , myself and the unironedman took ourselves off to do the gorgeous Bray/Greystones cliff walk. It did the job…

In a few weeks all of this will have passed, it’s how I fill in the middle bit now… it’s a wee bit too chilly for open water swimming just yet but my legs still work and if I’m being honest I love a good walk! And there’s always the bike.The days are brighter and there’s a gig I’m going to on Wednesday. My kids are healthy , my husband makes me laugh and my dog thinks I’m wonderful. The list goes on, a visit to the seaside and suddenly everything seems better.

That’s what friends are for.

I have a good friend, let’s call her Carolyn( for that is her name…) This is a short post of thanks to her and also my super duper ironman husband. For the support.

So Carolyn has been listening to me hum and haw about what events I’m going to do this year, I mean she has listened ALOT. She is a body builder, all natural,clean. A kind of Audrey Hepburn with incredible muscle definition. Anyhoo.. after months of me procrastinating she sent me this in the post. It’s a wonder woman wetsuit…

It was her gentle way of saying “Get your shit together ” She believes I can do anything, one of the most positive people I know ( you too unironedman)


Music for the over thinker.


Music has always played a huge part in my life, I can nearly always find a song that is relevant to where I’m at at that moment in time( cue Whitney Houston…see what I did there)  This weeks song is ” I was always on my mind” Not the original lyrics but I think you understand what I’m saying here.

The cause of the overthinking I have put down to the fact that I haven’t run in nearly 2 months. A mixture of illness and back pain( herniated l4 and 5)and lazyarseness. But I’ve come to the conclusion I can take the physical pain over the what happens to my nog-box when I don’t run, swim or bike. So this week it begins again… Even though I’m an agnostic I’m taking my cue from the Christian calendar (I think it’s the start of lent) Not that running is a punishment,far from it. But in my experience it’s good to have a plan. I was thinking the other day if I should buy some new runners to give me the push but then I saw these and that’s where the money went…a girl has to have her priorities right?

Just stop it…

I come from a family where tolerance wouldn’t be the strong point. In other words low tolerance of bullshit. Once I rang my sister to tell her I was tormenting myself with over thinking. She directed me to this video…it can be used for other behaviours too. Take your pick. Two posts in one day, I need to go lie down now.

Don’t judge me…


Bless me Father for I have judged others, worse still this is my cycle helmet… my inner child called out for it. My lovely husband painted it whilst never once judging me but probably wondering who this woman-child was that he married…

There…I’ve finally posted after a year, must be thanks to my mindfulness course and all that work I’ve done on procrastination.

“I dreamt about you last night, and I fell out of bed twice”

The title above refers to dreams I had earlier in the week. They were about work and the triathlon I have coming up in July. In one of them I was drowning, the other one had me struggling with my wetsuit which had managed to turn itself inside out.

So, it appears the pre-race anxiety has begun.The last time I did a triathlon I was OBSESSED with the transitions, as it turned out they were the easiest bit. Now, I’m stressing about the bike section of the triathlon. On my first (if you don’t count the gym bike,which I don’t) trip out on my gorgeous old Mercian racer this year the chain came off about 5k in. I couldn’t manage to get it back on and had to do the walk of shame home. Now I am convinced it will happen the day of the race. So what do I do? Easy mc peasy. Learn to do it! That makes sense right? I guess I could also do with learning to fix a puncture while I’m at it.

The other thing that has me in a flap is my program. How do you work and train when your program seems to be designed for people who have every weekend off? This is a subject myself and the unironedman have discussed(his roster is even madder than mine). Again, it seems that it would be easy enough to fit a swim or a bike ride/run in as in theory it’s only a half hour or max hour session at the moment. But, it’s amazing how that short period of time can hi-jack your thinking for hours. Anyhoo, it’s all getting done, however haphazardly, at the moment.

With regards to the heading to the post, I never thought I’d be referencing my favorite singer Morrissey in a post about triathlon training but then I found this picture…who knew?



Just get on with it…

So it turns out the very thing that I thought I’d be blogging about is the perfect reason for me not to sit down and blog.  I have to train,no time to write.What is it that’s so scary about putting words down? Do other people experience that?Am I over-thinking it? Or worse,am I procrastinating?  I’m currently training for my second triathlon, I reckon one a year is enough at the moment. My running career only began about 3 years ago having not really run since school.

There have been mad moments of rugby and tag rugby over the years but generally my exercise had been running after kids and dancing on the rare nights out( I LOVE dancing,wish it was an actual sport) But the running began after spending about 10 years watching my husband throw on the lycra after a long day at work  and do a couple of marathons, he’s now progressed to the mad lark of Iron man

I then rediscovered my love of swimming, although this did not prepare me for open water swimming which is a totally different ball game,for me anyhow. The bike was the biggest surprise,turns out i really like it and my legs can turn around quite quickly as it turns out ( I’m told this is referred to as cadence but I’m not going to pretend I’m at all techy) So After a couple of parkruns,an odd 10k and some swimming and cycling I’ve decided to follow up last years try-a Tri with a slightly longer triathlon this year. I’m going to do this clever link thing again here as I’m really pleased with myself  for doing it(as I said,not at all techy, but I’ll bake you a cake any time, more my thing) So here’s the link, I’m off now, will leave you with a picture of my super hound Holly who has found the perfect/only use for this piece of gym equipment.


Procrastination…and how I earned a gold medal in it

Usually when I’m stuck for words my head fills up with songs(often ropey 80’s songs) to help me get on my way. For days now I’ve been putting off starting this blog. So the song I’ve been hearing on a loop is “Imagination” but with the word procrastination in its place. I feel in order to exorcise this awfulness from my brainisphere i need to start writing/typing/blogging. So with that done here is my gift to you