The triumphs, learning, challenges and unbelievable moments that are the wisdom and fuel for chasing my dreams.
“30 hours”, a tiny voice squeaked from the shadows. Even thinking about bagging a sub-30 silver medal felt dangerously disrespectful.
In this interview, we discuss:
How I got addicted to running…again
Combining passions made achieving the ‘impossible’ simple
My methods for responding to fear…amd much more
“30 hours”, a tiny voice squeaked from the shadows. Even thinking about bagging a sub-30 silver medal felt dangerously disrespectful.
My body felt heavy and each exhalation seemed to weigh it down further into the lounge. I had been there so long I wondered at what point I would sink far enough to no longer be seen.
It only takes a tiny drop of imagination to turn the mundane into an adventure - a minute shift in perspective, a moment of being a little bit braver, a willingness to breathe deep and step forward.
Never has nature delivered a message of focus so profoundly. All I saw was a black blur coming down from the sky, I felt something brush past my hand and heard the soft thud as it hit the ground.
Quark is my new homemade cheese obsession that delivers three times the protein of greek yoghurt.
This soup is sensational for any season and any time of day. Resist the urge to over emphasise any of the herbs and spices. The flavours should subtly blend, delivering a delicious and rewarding taste sensation. And yes of course it's simple to make.
If you want to do something that will instantly improve the quality of your life, start making your own bread. It is therapy in a flour-filled bowl.
It took a lot of convincing to get me to try this and now I have a little sook on the inside if I don't get one.
Give them some good soil, good breeze and keep the moisture consistent and they will give lots of fruity love to you.
People are always asking me what I eat to fuel my training and life. Here is a snapshot of food intake for a day.
There is a pause. David bravely steps into the breach and mentions he would like to move to Far North Queensland to live. His dream destination is only a few thousand kilometres north of where he currently sits, but his posture says it is a universe away.
I decided to go over to a mate's house today who I hadn't seen for a while. This photo captures the point in the 46km ride that the intelligent part of my brain cut in and highlighted that a motor vehicle may have been a better option on a 39 degree day.
I could pretend that hearing the stories is an easy thing to do. But three years into this journey, and its not getting any easier. The scale of pain is over-whelming and it takes a toll on me mentally and emotionally.
Lay a big number on the table and it’s almost guaranteed to spark a chain reaction. Silence. A pause. Maybe an audible gasp. And then, more than likely, procrastination or complete full stop. I am currently training to run 1300km in 19 days. That’s a big number.
One of those methods is simply to confess my fear. To own it and put it out into the world. I like to confess my fears to someone who is passionate about the thing I fear and then explore the world from their viewpoint.
I am 100% sure these little pills are legal. ASADA hasn't hinted at a ban at this stage, but wow they pack a positive punch.
