tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283257700449537702024-03-14T03:20:25.425+10:30Stitching,Jogging and AttitudeKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17090772193147377272noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028325770044953770.post-87455896046538116852012-04-02T22:36:00.000+09:302012-04-02T22:36:18.590+09:30Mount Hayfield Trail Run.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<i>Take a very hot late Summer's day here in South Australia and a bus load of crazy trail runners and you have the makings for a very spectacular run and a whole load of fun. This is what we got the day we all made a very early start to tackle Mt. Hayfield on a 35C + morning. We had a very early start on the bus for the 2 hour journey but by the time we arrived at the starting point the day was already very hot.</i><br />
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<i>The trail started with a very gentle jog through a cool sheltered pine forest trail. However as usual on our trail runs, people began to get quite creative with their directions</i>. <i>Maps were abandoned and many soon began to get lost.</i><br />
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<i>What initially seemed like a gentle climb however soon became a hot, high hill of fun but torture.</i><br />
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<i>This steep ascent continued for around 4kms in full sun. And it was hot, hot,hot. By half way up most of us were barely managing to crawl up it.</i><br />
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<i>And so it continued, just going up. I don't do heat very well and so by the time I reached the top I was starting to feel a tad sorry for myself.</i><br />
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<i>The trail flattened off for a few kms. but it still remained very hot in the full sun.</i><br />
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<i>But just look at the magnificent view. It was so worth feeling like crap for.</i><br />
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<i>Trail Director Terry knows full well how bad most of us are at going the correct way. That Terry's directions and instructions</i> <i>are not always known for their accuracy may have something to do with the fact that we don't always use our maps.However with this trail Terry excelled himself by going out a few days earlier and marking the trail with these Tee Pees.</i><br />
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<i>19 kms later we all arrived back at the bus in small groups with most coming from different directions and all having done different distances according to how badly we got lost. </i><br />
<i>Terry and his wife Gay very thoughtfully bought along a big ice chest full of ice and cold drinks for us.</i><br />
<i>Now when I arrived back and I don't mind telling you that I was one of the last, I was so hot I was prepared to do anything to cool down. </i><br />
<i>And so I just sat my Butt in the ice chest</i> <i>thinking a short time sitting on the ice would help. What I didn't expect was to sink into the water under the top layer of ice.</i><br />
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<i>And neither did I expect that Terry would take his chance here a tip a 5 litre tank of water all over me much to everyone's delight. But as usual with our trails we all had a great day out with lots of adventure and laughter.</i><br />
<i>Thanks for visiting my blog,</i><br />
<i>Cheers Karen.</i><br />
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<i>I don't post very often about my stitching exploits. And while I do spend most of my free time running the trails, every evening is my special time to sit and stitch.</i> <i>I must confess that very little time has been spent with Madame Bernina</i> <i>but I have been doing lots of Cross Stitching, although I am painfully slow at it. It's nice to have my evenings with the more ladylike pursuits</i> <i>of stitching as opposed to my days on the trails in mud and dirt.</i><br />
<i>This Lizzie Kate Design is my most recent finish. The Green Flip It Seris. I love the simplicity and the use of primary colours of Lizzie Kate design's. They are always such a pleasure to stitch.</i><br />
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<i>I fell in love with the Monthly Word Play Designs by Brenda Gervais as soon as I saw the first one. Just knew I had to stitch them. I have started the October Design using some Valdani threads that I had on 28 count linen. These designs call for Week's Dye Work threads which are impossible to get here in South Australia</i> <i>so I have had to send to America for all the other threads required. I'm not sure why we can't get the variagated threads in South Australia because we do have a big stitching fraternity here. Most of our needlework shops have long since closed so really we have no alternative but to shop online.</i><br />
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<i>I'm still plodding on with The Shores of Hawk Run Hollow but Oh My God, it's a huge project.I pick it up and am quite diligent with it for a week or so, but then the enormity of the project hits me and I put it down for a quick project to do. However I have completed 5 blocks and am now tackling the big middle double block.</i><br />
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<i>Finally I want to show you this little number that I dug up from the bottom of my ever growing UFO pile. This is a design from a Country Bumpkin Inspiration</i> <i>Magazine but unfortunately I no longer have the magazine or the design name to share with you. It is a 4" x 4" pin cushion</i> <i>stitched mostly in single strand french knots. It was an absolute pleasure to stitch but there is no way a single pin is ever going near it. It's just too beautiful to use.</i><br />
<i>I have noticed that quite a few ladies are writing on their blogs that they have set themselves a challenge of 15 minutes per day of sewing in an effort to reduce there UFO pile. I like this idea and whist hand stitching is not a problem for me, spending time with Madame Bernina is. I have a number of bags that I want to make for some dear friends plus a new nephew is due in April, so a quilt is a must for him.</i><br />
<i>Well happy stitching ladies</i><br />
<i>Thanks for visiting my blog</i><br />
<i>Cheers Karen. </i><i> </i><br />
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<i>The last couple of months have mostly been about bike riding for me.</i> <i>I don't run quite so much in the Summer as a medical condition means I don't cope with the heat particularly well. I find the cycling is great cross training and keeps the legs turning over. I'm even managing to stay upright on the bike more this year with not so many stacks.</i><br />
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<i>Waiting to start the BUPA Challenge from left to right; Pete Worley, Me, Susi no Bum and Sue Worley.</i><br />
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<i>We had a perfect day for the ride and the whole event was really well organised. We started cycling at 0700 and had until 1400 to complete it before the professional riders came through as part of the tour.</i><br />
<i>Susi and I got off to a really fast start and reached the first check point at Williamstown, 25 km in well under our target of one hour. There were a few sizeable hills in this section and as I was having trouble with the gears on my bike I had to push really hard through the legs.</i><br />
<i>Once I sorted the gears out thanks to Susi we both powered on. There were check points every 20 or so kms. but we only stopped at the one just before we tackled the King of the Mountain. Before we started this climb we loaded up on fruit cake and energy drink.</i><br />
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<i>The King of the Mountain was pure EVIL. It started with a long, slow climb for 5km and then straight up Mengler's Hill. It was absolutely brutal but the atmosphere on the hill was brilliant. People lined both sides of the road cheering you on, the music was blaring and lots of folk in weird costumes provided lots of laughs. I managed to get about 3/4 of the way up cycling and then I ran out of both gears and legs. After a short recovery walk I was able to get back on my bike and cycle up the rest of the hill and through the victory arch at the top. I got such a shock that I made it to the top that I fell off here :)</i> <i>The final 25km was a breeze. All down hill and lots of folk lining the roads, partying and waiting for the main event. They were all very encouraging. The last 5km was hard. I was exhausted, my legs were screaming and I was developing a mega case of Bot Rot. However the sheer joy of passing through a Tour finishing lane and arch</i><i></i><i> was all worth it. Susi and I finished the ride in 4 hours 20 minutes. Lil and The Chubby Hubby also enjoyed their 30 km ride although they did have a few problems with going the wrong way on the route.</i><br />
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<i>Sonya and I have entered The Tough Mudder event on March 31</i>.<i>We need to do lots of upper body strength work for this event and I have been practicing climbing trees. Well I'm always looking for any excuse to have a bit of a climb. I'll be posting quite a lot more about this event over the next couple of weeks. As part of this training I have also been doing rope work in the gym with Sonya and our trainer Duncan,</i><br />
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<i>Yet again a couple of months since I last posted. But as usual life gets in the way.</i><br />
<i>I can't begin this post without acknowledging the sad loss of my 16 year old pooch Lachlan just before Christmas. It was a devastating blow and to be honest I just haven't had ability to post until now.</i><br />
<i>But on a happier note we were very happy to welcome a new Doggie to our family. Meet Feebee, pictured above. She is a 4 year old Shit-zu who we have rescued from SA Dog Rescue. This organization retrieves dogs from the various pounds around our state who have not been adopted and are on the put to sleep list. She is the most beautiful and gentle little lady who is already giving us so much love. Can't understand why her previous owners dumped her.</i><br />
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</i></div><i>Over the last 6 months I completely reviewed my eating habits and decided to stop acting like a dog and rewarding myself with food. Given the amount of running and training I was doing I should of been quite trim. But this was sadly not the case. I think I was making the same mistake many long distance runners do</i> ; <i>that being putting in the long miles but filling up on carbs and junk food after because I was always so hungry.</i> <i>So with the help of a personal trainer I completely changed the way I was eating. </i><br />
<i>I significantly increased my protein intake at the same time as gradually reducing my carb loading.The first 2 weeks were tough, with continual sugar cravings and feeling generally crapulent. But gradually the Brain fog began to lift, my energy levels soared and I began to lose about 500grams a week. I'm happy to tell that I have lost 8kgs, God knows how many inches and am really enjoying the type of healthy eating plan I now follow.</i><br />
<i>Also since my weight loss I have run 3 personal bests and am shaving massive amounts of time off my runs.</i><br />
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<i>As well as the long distance running I am still enjoying taking part</i> <i>in many of the bike rides we have here in Adelaide. The photo above is me with dear friends Jaqui, Lil, and Tracy just before we did the Gear up for Girls Bike Ride in early December.</i><br />
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<i>This picture is of dear friend Sonya and I running together in the Glenelg Classic just recently. I was almost at my goal weight here</i> <i>and for the first time in a couple of years ran 10 km. in under an hour at 59:12.</i><br />
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<i>My next exciting achievement was only a week later in the Road Runners Christmas Fun Run and club championships. A 10 km. run</i> <i>which I ran in 56:39, a personal best for me and I won a medal for coming first in my age group. Plus I achieved this while dressed up as Mrs. Christmas in a very prickly dress.</i><br />
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<i>Til next time folks, which I promise will only be a day or so as still have lots to share</i>. <i>My new year's resolution is to be a better blogger.</i><br />
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<i>Cheers and thank you for visiting,</i><br />
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<i>So this year I completely revamped my approach to preparation and race time nutrition. The day before I increased my carb. load moderately and also hydrated on electrolyte replacement fluids.</i> <i>I was quite anxious about the pre race carb load as I have always been a carb addict. Over the last 2 months I have been on a lower carb eating plan, have lost 5 kg. and so was concerned a high carb meal would undo all the hard work I have done.</i><br />
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<i>That's me coming up in the background. This is nearing the top of Black Hill, 52 km. into the event and everyone has nightmares about this climb.</i><br />
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<i>May the trails be with you.</i><br />
<i>Cheers Karen.</i><br />
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<i>Here in Adelaide, like most capital cities in Australia we have our annual City to Bay Fun Run</i>.<i> Adelaide is only a small city but this year record numbers took part in the run. There are 3 distances to attempt; the full 12 km., 6km., or 3km. We had just over 34,000 people take part this year, and for many it is the only run they will attempt all year. For a lot of folk this event is about just getting to the finish line without dying in the process ! Many charities use it as a fundraising opportunity and various groups of people enter just because. You always have a small collection of serious runners but for most it is just a great day out and an excuse to celebrate at the end having breakfast with friends.</i><br />
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<i>Dear Friend Susi no Bum and I at the finish line together. Susi and I always run back to the city after to make it a decent distance and in a true test of friendship she stayed with me in my costume all the way back.</i><br />
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<i>Cheers Karen.</i>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17090772193147377272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028325770044953770.post-7035225243101613822011-09-21T12:00:00.000+09:302011-09-21T12:00:38.888+09:30Adelaide Marathon Festival.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAbDhjszw08Go38z7lHBG75VlUahkC_3V0Xr7xy9qGCMlAsQhkVK2sdMgFqBHsh26Sbg9yiOaOhvz0YI25bjJ3sNW4JVnnPzAzdyoZj1hD67a7nRSlNbfjxEBDqTQ5E7LU8_3N6rNda-5/s1600/adelaide+marathon+logo+800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAbDhjszw08Go38z7lHBG75VlUahkC_3V0Xr7xy9qGCMlAsQhkVK2sdMgFqBHsh26Sbg9yiOaOhvz0YI25bjJ3sNW4JVnnPzAzdyoZj1hD67a7nRSlNbfjxEBDqTQ5E7LU8_3N6rNda-5/s320/adelaide+marathon+logo+800.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<i>I feel I have been neglecting my blog of late and have been away again far too long</i>.<i> But once again life has interrupted my blog posts.</i> <i>I have been using Face Book mostly for regular updates and find I enjoy the more immediate interaction with people that goes with Face Book.</i><br />
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<i>After about 10 km. the run then headed up Linear Park along the River Torrens and back into the city of Adelaide. This path is very pretty but is deceptively undulating. Those small hills start packing a bit of a punch after about 15 km.</i><br />
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<i>Take care folks,</i><br />
<i>Happy running.</i><br />
<i>Cheers Karen.</i>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17090772193147377272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028325770044953770.post-25339960916851012762011-08-27T20:25:00.000+09:302011-08-27T20:25:27.730+09:30I'm Back.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWkUOi16UPv4zm51MwMFb21xD8Md4stikhTz2ya92mFhcFjbyKEbhzIOFsKL_EQw6vvJ_TplO3upnouhkoNqH07JkaIvlw28IPgCs_vRuAohy468bp8MXN9Nu15qfZTJ3R8b8NwubsFN3/s1600/IMGP1770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWkUOi16UPv4zm51MwMFb21xD8Md4stikhTz2ya92mFhcFjbyKEbhzIOFsKL_EQw6vvJ_TplO3upnouhkoNqH07JkaIvlw28IPgCs_vRuAohy468bp8MXN9Nu15qfZTJ3R8b8NwubsFN3/s320/IMGP1770.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<i>Hello there Peoples. I haven't visited blog land for a few weeks, mainly because I haven't had much to say. Sometimes life just gets in the way.</i><br />
<i>The Twisted Sisters and the Chubby Hubbies are all still out training hard but we have had a few weeks break from any events here in Adelaide. This is soon to change again as we have quite a few coming up, plus we are going over to Portland in Victoria in October to compete in their Marathon Festival.</i><br />
<i>In September the Yurrebilla ultra marathon is being run in Adelaide. This is a really tough trail run so every weekend every one is out in the Adelaide Hills training hard. I have competed in this event twice. The first time finishing well, but last year I was forced to withdraw at the 21 km. mark due to illness. And so this year I have some unfinished business to settle.</i><br />
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<i>These photos are of me trail running around Mt. Noorat, an extinct volcanic crater in Victoria and were taken a couple of weeks ago.</i><br />
<i>It was freezing cold, pouring with rain and was an absolutely exhilarating run </i>.<i> I loved every single kilometre of this run and just wanted to keep running forever.</i><br />
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<i>These photos were of another Trail that the Chubby Hubby and I did around the same area. This is Hopkin's Falls and were truly spectacular.</i><br />
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<i>Meanwhile back in the sewing department not a lot has been happening</i>.<i> I'm still plodding along with the hexies and whilst I enjoy making the hexie flowers, putting the little suckers together is not as much fun.</i><br />
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<i>Cheers for now</i><br />
<i>Happy Running or sewing or both</i><br />
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<i>Today's trail run seemed a really good idea. A nice 10 km. ladylike jogette around Lake Bullen Merri. No stress, no pain and it certainly looked inviting from the lookout .</i><br />
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<i>It started off a bit tricky with all these</i> <i>small volcanic rocks scattered everywhere. This lake is in an extinct volcanic crater and as there were so many rocks, some concealed under the grasses, it made running quite dangerous.</i><br />
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<i>As we made our way around the lake the grasses became long and prickly. And as there has been a lot of rain just lately is got muddier and muddier</i>. <i>I tried to dodge a large area of mud and ended up getting into the worst mess of my life. I sank up to above my ankles and when I tried to lift my foot, my runners stayed firmly bogged.</i> <i>The mud was very thick and black and I'm thinking that there was a generous amount of cow poop in it. It took me some time to get out of this mess and I can tell you that the end result was less than ladylike.</i><br />
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<i>Despite all of this the walk was enjoyable and I'm glad we persisted with it and didn't give up.</i><br />
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<i>When we finished I was in such a mess that I had to take a small dip in the water and it was FREEZING.</i><br />
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<i>This run is truly trail running Nirvana. The scenery is absolutely spectacular and apart from an initial steep climb to the trail up some steps it remains mostly undulating. This run is a small section of the Great South Western Trail Walk, starting in this section at Cape Bridgewater just out of Portland in Victoria.</i><br />
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<i>My only complaint with this run is that the views become more fabulous the further you go. It's oh so tempting to keep saying , just a couple more kilometers and then forget that you need to turn around and run back.</i></div><br />
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<i>The Chubby Hubby wanted this photo of his very self included because he thinks he looks like George Cloony here. Nuff said !!</i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>A lovely gentle run up this hill and you are rewarded with more fabulousness .</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<i>The Chubby Hubby and Moi</i> <i>were still quite sore from yesterday's epic bike ride and so our trail run today was just a cheeky little 8km. run around Griffiths Island at Port Fairy.</i><br />
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<i>The run starts here on this causeway which leads you out to the island. At the end of the causeway you step out onto the island which is very exposed. Next landfall is the Antartcica.</i><br />
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<i>The island is quite rugged in places with lots of beach rocks to climb over. The Antarctic winds were freezing.</i><br />
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<i>The run then takes you across a small beach on the island. Soft sand ; a trails runners nightmare.</i><br />
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<i>This is my fave bit, the Light House. I've always been fascinated with Light Houses and would love to live in one. The Chubby Hubby ran well despite having a sore butt from our bike ride.</i><br />
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<i>Thanks for visiting my blog,</i><br />
<i>Cheers Karen and the Chubby Hubby.</i><br />
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<i>The idea I thought was a good one. The Chubby Hubby reluctantly packed our bikes to bring away on holiday with us. It took quite a lot of skillful negotiation on my part to get him to agree to this. The excuses from him were plentiful.</i><br />
<i>- What, exercise on holiday ?</i><br />
<i>- Isn't it enough that you'll make me run ?</i><br />
<i>- How will I have time to visit the bakeries ?</i><br />
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<i>Anyhow, the Port Fairy Council has constructed a bikeway from Port Fairy along an old railway easement to Warrnambool 37 km. away.</i><br />
<i>Now I was quite keen to do the full 37km. with a return trip of 74km. Luckily the Chubby Hubby is the more cautious of the two of us and suggested we just cycle as far as Koroit 19km., lunch at the bakery and then return to Port Fairy.</i><br />
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<i>Thanks for visiting my blog,</i><br />
<i>Cheers Karen and the Chubby Hubby. </i><br />
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<i>The run then winds it's way past the boardwalk and along a quiet coastal road until it meets a seawall which was built in the 18th century when Port fairy was a thriving port for ships going to Melbourne.</i><br />
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<i>The causeway is quite long and wide enough to run at a good pace without going over the side. The water here is quite sheltered as the causeway separates the ocean from the Moyne River which runs into the sea here.</i><br />
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<i>On the far upper left of this photo you can just see the causeway leading out into the sea, and this is where this run takes me.</i><br />
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<i>Looking back along the causeway you can see it is very eroded by the waves splashing over and so Miss Clumsy here has to watch her step. You also often have to dodge waves splashing over.</i><br />
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<i>The Chubby Hubby doing what he does best when I finally dragged him to the end. He was quite happy to tell any walkers how cruel I am to make him run.</i><br />
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<i>Last Sunday Twisted Sister Tracy and Moi competed in the Botanic Park Loop event here in Adelaide.</i><br />
<i>This event has three different distances to choose from; these being 5km., 10km., and the 25 km distance. These shorter distances are very popular with folk new to running whilst the 25km. is seen as a training run for the upcoming Adelaide Marathon.</i><br />
<i>The route is a 5km. loop around the parklands of Adelaide and it is a very pretty track. Tracy and I entered the 25 km. distance which meant of course 5 laps in total. I actually don't mind lap running and prefer it to an out and back long distance course.</i><br />
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<i>Dear friends John and Bette were the race organisers for this event and they did a brilliant job. The running course was well marked and there were plenty of race marshalls out on the track to offer support. All the competitors were cheerful and friendly and everyone was out just to have a good time.</i><br />
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<i>This is Tracy and I at the 15 km. mark, still feeling great and maintaining at a steady pace of 6km. an hour.</i> <i>We are running with a lovely man called Euan, who at 75 is one of the veterans from our Running Club. Tracy and I have run with him a couple of times and he is a lovely man. He entertains us with all the gossip from the club. If Euan doesn't know it then it's not worth knowing. Who said that it's only girls who gossip ? He still runs marathons and embarrassingly</i> <i>still beats Tracy and I to the finish line.</i><br />
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<i>This is Tracy, Euan and I at the finish line, and yes he shot off with 50 metres to go and crossed the line before us. Most competitors chose to do the 5 or 10 km. distances and only 59 folk did the full 25 km.</i><br />
<i>Unfortunately my usual running buddies at the back of the pack did not compete and so that left me to carry the Tortoise flag all by myself.</i><br />
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<i>Happy Running,</i><br />
<i>Cheers Karen. </i><br />
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<i>Of course once I saw Leeanne Beasley's Hexagon Quilt in her new Vignette Magazines I knew that this just had to be my next project.</i><br />
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<i>I am using a jelly roll from the Moda French General range with a few other scraps thrown in for good measure. I have decided not to embroider the little hexagons between the flowers instead using a coordinating plain brown fabric. Not much point having embroidered pretties in an all male</i> <i>household and with 3 four legged children.</i><br />
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<i>I've started joining the flowers together into rows. I have decided to make this quilt just lap size to throw over a sofa. BUT, have big plans for a Queen size quilt next, but using larger hexagons than these 1" ones.</i><br />
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<i>Cheers Karen. </i>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17090772193147377272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028325770044953770.post-19968666104455318062011-06-29T12:34:00.000+09:302011-06-29T12:34:48.696+09:30Barossa Half Marathon.<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br />
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<i>The most recent event that the Twisted Sisters and the Chubby Hubbies ran together was the Barossa half marathon which we ran in May.</i><br />
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<i>This event is run through an iconic tourist area of South Australia where many of our world renowned</i> <i>vineyards are and wines are made.</i><br />
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<i>Cheers Karen. </i>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17090772193147377272noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028325770044953770.post-14526285599736893402011-05-30T11:08:00.003+09:302011-05-30T11:12:31.830+09:30Great Ocean Road Marathon Festival.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<i>This run followed the Great Ocean Road along the south western Victorian coastline from Kennet's River and finishing in the main street of Apollo Bay. The run was not for a beginner as it was quite hilly for most of the course plus it had some quite long challenging climbs.</i><br />
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<i>The finish line was very exciting and people lined the last 200 metres to form a tunnel of support.</i><br />
<i>My finishing time was 2hrs 18mins which I was very pleased with given the nature of the run. The Chubby Hubby ran in 2:50 and he was very happy with this given that this was his first road run. The rest of our friends all finished around the same time as me.</i><br />
<i>My only disappointment was that I did not attempt the full marathon as when I crossed the finish line I still felt that I had plenty of running left in me. So hopefully next year I will run the full distance.</i><br />
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<i>Cheers Karen. </i>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17090772193147377272noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028325770044953770.post-3903002059990956662011-05-28T14:23:00.002+09:302011-05-28T14:26:57.406+09:30Just Stitching<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Although I seem to be having Big Trouble with my sewing Mojo these days, I am still getting small amounts done.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Madame Bernina and I are not on speaking terms right now but are soon to have some relationship counselling. A dear friend has offered to give me a couple of lessons on stippling. She is a beautiful quilter, and has so much knowledge to give. I'm hoping that if I can master the stippling technique I will be able to attempt to stipple a few of my smaller projects. Who knows, one day I may stipple a large quilt and save myself a fortune at the quilters.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Am I the only one starting to baulk at the price of quilting supplies here in Australia ? I look on internet sites in the USA and almost feel suicidal at the low prices the girls pay there. Nearly up to 2/3 cheaper for the exact same products !</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>I do not believe that it costs that much to fly things over the Pacific to us. It strikes me that someone somewhere is making a huge profit out of us Aussies. I have always tried hard to support my local quilt shops, but one by one they are closing, so what's the point ?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>I ordered some lovely fabrics from Fishkin Fabrics in Canada last week. They arrived 7 days after I placed my order, beautifully packaged, beautiful quality, cheap as chips and with a free fat 1/4 included. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<i>Those of you who visit my blog regularly will know that I had a breast cancer scare just recently. My annual mammogram showed a concerning abnormality and so I was called into the Breast Assessment Clinic for a day of The Works .</i><br />
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<i>At the pre race briefing we were told to enjoy and have fun, but also advised that the local pistol club were out target practicing !!! Any slow runners were MARKED !!</i><br />
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<i>The Scrambled Eggs coped well going up the trails but when it came to running back down things turned ugly.</i><br />
<i>Every step I ran sent a jarring pain right into my sternum and it made running quite difficult. Despite this I still came second in my age group, ran a good time, didn't get shot by the pistol club and finished before the Chubby Hubby. </i><br />
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</div><i> Happy Running.</i><br />
<i>Cheers Karen.</i><br />
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<i>In April, Twisted Sister Susi no Bum and Moi, plus Chubby Hubbys Daryl and Mike competed in the 60 km. Southern Charity Classic. This is always one of my favorite race events for the year and is run from Goolwa through Pt. Elliot, Victor Harbor, Yilki, over the Bluff to Encounter bay and Back Valley.</i><br />
<i>In previous years Chubby Hubby Mike has always been our support person but this year for the first time he competed with my husband Daryl. </i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>The weather threw absolutely everything at us; cold and gusty winds, squalls, horizontal rain and hail. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Many runners cancelled on the morning of the run due to the extreme weather conditions. others opted for the shorter distances available.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>But not the Twisted Sisters . We might not be the fastest runners in town, and we certainly are </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>directionally challenged, but we are TOUGH. Pffft to dud weather, nothing stops us.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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..... at Yilki Susi found a lovely little coastal coffee shop. Now we were both very cold and wet, we are both coffee addicts and we still had 38 km. of tough conditions to go with no more support. The plan was to run in , grab a take away skinny flat white</i><i> and run and drink at the same time.<br />
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<i>Over the other side , and now to run along this rugged coast at Encounter Bay. It was here that we got caught in a hail storm.</i><br />
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<i>Susi and I kept up a fairly steady pace. We were leaving the 35 km. check point as the Chubby Hubbys arrived. We had been there about 20 minutes changing into dry clothes and shoes and having some hot soup. So we were still well ahead of the boys even though we had stopped for coffee.</i><br />
<i>At 45 km. both of us had no feeling in our legs from the cold and being so wet. We still had the daunting task of running through the pine forest and up Mt. Robinson.</i><br />
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<i>Susi and I finished the event in 9 hrs 57 minutes. We were second team in and took over an hour off last year's time. The Chubby Hubbys were third team in at 10 hrs 40 mins. Some runners did not finish and the last team finished some 3 hours after our boys.</i><br />
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<i>Cheers for now.</i><br />
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<i>Lizzie Kate's Green Flip It Series is fun to do. I really love the fun and whimsical designs that Lizzie Kate does. Plus they are quick to stitch up.</i><br />
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<i>This quilt is one have have just finished for my new nephew Blake.</i><br />
<i>The design is called Birdie Birdie by Ellen MacGregor here in South Australia. I purchased it as a kit so I have no idea what the fabric is. I backed it with very pale blue Minkie which I absolutely adore. </i><br />
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<i>For those of you who follow my blog for my running exploits, yes I have continued running over the last few weeks. I will post tomorrow on my latest runs.</i><br />
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<i>Cheers Karen.</i>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17090772193147377272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028325770044953770.post-17205369460090152822011-04-14T14:39:00.001+09:302011-04-14T14:40:48.960+09:30Twisted Sisters V's Wild.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<i>The Twisted Sisters and The Chubby Hubbies continue to train as a team but illnesses at times over the last 6 weeks have interrupted all our training schedules. Susi no Bum, Moi and the Chubby Hubbies have all succumbed to the usual seasonal coughs, colds and tummy bugs. Babette continues to deal with a hip injury and is now on strict rest with Bell's Palsy. Poor Tracy ( aka Miss Prissy ) has been really sick with two serious infections and has had a cancer scare. Luckily she has been given the all clear but still remains quite unwell.</i><br />
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<i>However we have continued our training as best we can </i>. <i>Susi no Bum makes us report for duty the minute we show any signs of life. We are all enjoying our Sunday morning breakfast runs. An early 0600 start, 30 to 40 km. trail run followed by a team breakfast at Susi's or Tracy's farms. Breakfast is not healthy despite Susi's best efforts. So while Susi eats her carrot and celery sticks the rest of us tuck into jam, scones and lashings of thick cream !</i><br />
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<i>Two weeks ago our Sunday morning breakfast run was through the Warren Conservation Park.</i><br />
<i>The Plan : a 30 km. circuit through the rugged bushland to Williamstown for coffee and home in time for breakfast.</i><br />
<i>All went well for the first 5km. Chubby Hubby Mike had his Garman with him so we had no need to be concerned .....</i><br />
<i>And so we allowed him to lead us into the depths of the Mt. Crawford pine forest totally dependent on his GPS which he assured us he could use.</i><br />
<i>Now Mike quite fancies himself as Bear Grylls , but I'm thinking Bear would not get The Twisted Sisters so badly lost.</i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>These girls all want to start running to get fit, loose weight and experience some of the adventures I write about. But most are intimidated by the thought of running with experienced and very fit athletes,</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>It has been my experience that the running fraternity encourages folk of all ages and fitness levels to join in. If you are not up to running then power walkers are also welcome. Most organised events have a walking category. People of all ages and abilities participate and those runners who are extremely fit and fast always encourage those of us who are somewhat slower. When I am out on a group run or even in an event I will always make a point of spending some time encouraging a newbie..</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>When I first started running with the South Australian Road Runners I had been in training for about a year with a personal trainer </i> <i>and had progressed from not being able to run at all, to running 10 to 15 km. comfortably. At organised group runs everyone organises themselves into small groups based on distance and whether you are a walker, jogger or runner.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>I always join in with the long distance jogging group and there are many mature aged men and ladies in this group, although mostly men.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>But I am not a nurse for nothing, and so when I see an older male runner I think PROSTATE.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>So here's the secret girls; these boys tend to run the longer distances, But happily for me require frequent toilet stops. So, whilst they are all in the Loo I get the chance to catch up with them, catch my breath and</i> <i>run a long distance with frequent stops.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Thankyou for visiting my blog</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Enjoy life and laugh at yourself</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Karen. </i></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17090772193147377272noreply@blogger.com8