Finding our way. 

I haven’t posted in a few weeks, I guess I felt like I didn’t really have that much to write about. However, I feel like our little family is hitting our stride and that’s blog worthy, right?!

We flew to Hamilton island recently and spent an extra long weekend with my family. Matilda was an absolute dream on the flight. She slept the whole way there and the whole way back. 


This is the kid who sleeps for 30 minutes at a time during the day at home. Which makes me think her catnapping is definitely behavioural. So we’re trying a bit of sleep training this week. I’ll post an update soon! 

Nate got his cast off on Friday and while he’s still a bit sore and stiff, it’s a massive improvement compared to his cast. In fact, I even managed to get out of the house for a few hours on Saturday night with some girlfriends to watch the amazing Hot Potato Band play. 

It was so nice to take my mum hat off for a few hours and have a dance and a sing… Even if I probably averaged a text every 30minutes to Nate checking how they were going! 

Having a few hours away from my little family was just what I needed, even though I wanted them to be right there by my side dancing and singing with me!

I really do feel like Matilda and I have finally started to figure each other out (for now). If anyone had told me how hard it would be to start with – and I’m sure people did – there’s no way I would’ve known what they were talking about.

I think I just assumed from having spent so much time with my nephews that I would know what to do with my tiny human and I also didn’t realise that a something so small could scream so much and survive on next to no sleep! 

Looking back, it passed by so quickly even though I remember saying to Nate at the time “We have at least 10 more weeks of this. I don’t think we will make it”. 


Now my baby is almost sitting up, eating solids and is almost 6 months old. Time can slow down now thanks! 

xx

Brickie 

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An ode to Nate Dawg.

As I write this, there is currently 15 days and 22 hours and 37 minutes until I  begin my journey to complete my first Half Ironman.

To say I am excited is an understatement, to say I am nervous doesn’t do it justice!

Looking at our wave start times and bib numbers fills me with fear and butterflies! EEEK!

Nate’s number is 322 and my number is 347 for anyone keen on tracking our progress throughout the day using the Ironman Athlete Tracker http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/coverage/athlete-tracker.aspx?race=&y=-1#axzz3F1cvLnHC

Last week I was beginning to question if I was going to be ready to take on the race. I think this is a normal part of any preparation, there are going to be times when you question yourself “Have I done enough?”. It didn’t help that I was struck down by a strange illness last week and my glands ballooned! Luckily, I have made a full and speedy recovery and the time off training was probably just what my body (and mind) needed.

While resting, I got stuck into Chrissie Wellington’s book “A life without limits” which I highly recommend, for both triathletes and non-triathletes a like. She is one tough and amazing woman! I have been trying to channel some of her mental toughness in my training this week.

An interetsing and inspiring read.
An interetsing and inspiring read.

I had my first experience of the Magpie swooping season last weekend when I rode to Jamberoo and back and got swooped 4 times! It surprisingly wasn’t as bad as I had expected (due to the feeling of being somewhat protected by my helmet!), however I definitely provided passing drivers with some entertainment as I was riding and flailing my arms in an effort to shoo these Magpies off my back!

All smiles halfway through my solo Jamberoo loop!
All smiles halfway through my solo Jamberoo loop!

This was my longest solo ride to date and as much as I would have loved to share it with Nate, I came back feeling a strong sense of accomplishment having completed it on my own.

Nate didn’t accompany me on this ride because my little sister (below) was staying with us and he offered to stay and be there when Clare woke up and bring her down to the beach to meet when I was done so I could still get training in.

Clare with her first "Mocktail" (we told  her mum it was a cocktail)
Clare with her first “Mocktail” (we told her mum it was a cocktail)

Yep, he is most definitely a keeper!

Throughout this whole journey Nate has encouraged me, supported me, put up with my grumpiness and ridiculous amount of stressing over the logistics of fitting in training and I am so thankful for him.

I found this “Prayer” that I thought was amusing it sums it up nicely.

First, Endurance Gods: Thank you for the fine specimen I call my partner.

He is nice to look at.
And thank you for making him faster than me,
so that I may have a constant view of his firm rear end.

But you have led us to a 2013 schedule
with a combined total of six half-Ironmans, two Leadmans, and four Ironman races.
I beseech you for divine intervention.

Keep us safe when swimming, riding and running, Endurance Gods.
Guide us, protect us and let us not anger the motorists with their big SUVs,
so that we may return home in one piece every day.

Let him remember to wear his ID, for I am sure
he is sick of hearing me nag him about that.

May we remember to stay on top of the chores during peak training periods.
When we fail (and we will fail),
may the neighbors not call the city to complain about the overgrowth in our front yard.

Bless us with a bountiful harvest of gels and nutrition drinks.
And when he finishes the peanut butter,
grant him the wisdom to not put the empty jar back in the pantry for me to find after a 100-mile bike ride,
For I will not tolerate that. I will not.

Lead us away from hanger, but deliver us some pizza.

Should I choose to skip a 4 a.m. workout in favor of sleeping in,
break all the light switches in the house,
so that I may continue my slumber without the interruption of
his profanity-laced search for socks and iPods.

And should he decide to sleep in, too,
let me be aware of this rare event,
for I will cuddle the stuffing out of that man.

On race day,
when things start to get tough,
let him lap me when I need it most,
for a pat on the butt and a “good job, babe” is the best thing in the world.

That, and watching the view as he runs off ahead of me.
Mm-hmm, yes.

Amen to that.

You can find the original here: http://triathlon.competitor.com/2012/11/features/triathlete-love-a-prayer-for-the-two-triathlete-household_66932

 

Indeed – AMEN to that!

 

Brickie xx

Rhodes, Athens and Home.

After having the most amazing time with some wonderful family and friends, I headed off to Rhodes with a couple of my cousins and some wonderful new friends.

The 6 of us had the pleasure of spending a few more hours on our boat traveling to Rhodes instead of taking the ferry. As we departed we gave our crew one final hug and I was truly sad!

The guys had planned on heading off to another island but decided to hang out in Rhodes with me for a few days. I was so happy with this decision! Traveling by myself was great but hanging out with these guys was just awesome.

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One of the many wonderful meals shared with these excellent people!

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Rhodes, I will always remember you for your WHITE nutella crepes. Holy shit.

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I didn’t even know white nutella existed – I consumed my body weight, at least twice eating these things. Seemed like a good idea at the time, the fact my clothes don’t really fit properly right now – ehhhh not so great.

We hired a car to go and see the acropolis. By the time we arrived, it had closed. Dammit!

Our beast!
Our beast!

We did however, stop off at this awesome little cafe on the side of the road and ate the most amazing gyros. Manned by one lovely old lady, she could cook! We watched as she cooked our meals completely from scratch. SO fresh and amazing and all for 2€ and over looking the amazing coast line.

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Driving around Rhodes you could really see how much potential this place had before the economy crashed. There were deserted houses and apartments everywhere that were all but finished. Empty shops and petrol stations that were now used as car parks were a common site.

It was sad and a little spooky. It was like time had just stopped and it almost felt like we were in one of those apocalypse movies at times!

When we arrived at the Acropolis and discovered it was closed, Gareth, Jacinta, Matty and Ang decided to go for a walk and explore. Ant and I, we decided it was time for a cocktail and watch part of Le Tour.

Donkey rides at the Acropolis. POOR donkey!
Donkey rides at the Acropolis. POOR donkey!
Ant and I, heading for cocktails.
Ant and I, heading for cocktails.

Ant and I were best mates when we were little. There’s about a month age difference between us and every school holidays we would spend half the time at one house and the other half at the others.

We were inseparable!

It was really lovely hanging out with my old mate! Ant’s a very generous guy, who would do anything for you. Whenever you need him! Love you cuz! xx

I’m really glad we got to spend some quality time together. And we walked out of that bar after 2 cocktails and I was smashed! Old mate behind the bar sure knew how to make a potent pina colada!

Every night we would head into the old town, grab some dinner, sit up on the stairs in the main square with our crepes and gelati and people watch before calling it a night and heading home.

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Prime people watching position!

After 3 days in Rhodes, I headed off to Athens while the others made their way to Rome.

I stumbled into this AWESOME vegetarian cafe in Athens accidentally. The food was frigging awesome. Most of it was either vegetarian or vegan.

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I also found this Lego store – Oh I love me some Lego, especially when it’s giant!!

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I had expected Athens to be really cheap, but it really wasn’t. I guess I had expected it to be like Rhodes but there was definitely more going on and the vibe was a little less eery! There was still a heap going on in Athens.

After one night in Athens, it was time to call it a day. En route to Sydney I was a little sad, but also ready to get back into a routine.

I arrived home to this too:

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So you can’t really be too sad when you have the gorgeous Lisey to greet you!

My whirlwind tour of Europe is now over. I can’t wait for my next trip!! I had the most amazing experiences, a few hilarious slip ups! Made some new friends, spent time with old ones, ate some amazing food. Drank more than I have in a very long time and came back 6 kilos heavier! A sign of a very good holiday!

I’ve got some awesome new recipes to blog now too…

Until  then my friends,

Brickie xx