Running with Scrambled Eggs.

The Cyberspace Gods have been playing tricks on me the last couple of weeks. Last Thursday I posted on my blog, several people left comments and then without warning it all disappeared from my blog into cyberspace.

My face Book page has also had the same gremlins. Messages have appeared and then disappeared, friends have been unfriended and then magically refriended without me doing anything. Other friends are still showing on my friend list but at their end have been unfriended. Weird huh ?

Hopefully all is sorted now but if you have been unfriended from my FaceBook site or deleted as a follower from my blog, well it wasn't me.

Some of you may already read the blog I posted, but since it has disappeared I will try and duplicate it.

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 .
This involved a repeat more detailed mammogram, ultrasound, aspiration and biopsy. Fortunately all was well, none of the tests were really uncomfortable at the time, but I was left with quite alot of residual discomfort , including a very sore sternum. ( breast bone. )
Now my husband will happily tell anyone that my boobs are only the size of poached eggs but I can tell you they felt well and truly scrambled after these investigations.

 

Despite this discomfort however I still competed 2 days later in the South Australian Trail Running Championships. Not my wisest decision !  But I did make a small concession however by just running the shorter 12 km. course instead of the 24 km. long course.
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 !!

 

The first 6 km. went straight uphill. Although it was a cool morning most of us soon became really hot in the sun and the first water station was a God Send. The scenery in the Adelaide Hills above the city was beautiful. As we have had good Autumn rains the hills were a lovely green instead of the usual brown.

 

The first water station.

 

A challenging but pretty course.

The Scrambled Eggs coped well going up the trails but when it came to running back down things turned ugly.
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.

Daryl crossing the finishing line.

 Happy Running.
Cheers Karen.

Southern Charity Classic.

SAARC Attack Team, The Twisted Sisters and the Chubby Hubbys.

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.
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.

Susi no Bum and Moi waiting to start.

This event is well organised by organiser Brad Butler and his volunteers, and it has the added bonus of being a very casual, relaxed and fun event.

Terry Cleary and Chubby Hubby Mike  at the start.

The weather threw absolutely everything at us; cold and gusty winds, squalls, horizontal rain and hail. 

Many runners cancelled on the morning of the run due to the extreme weather conditions. others opted for the shorter distances available.

But not the Twisted Sisters . We might not be the fastest runners in town, and we certainly are  

directionally challenged, but we are TOUGH. Pffft to dud weather, nothing stops us.

Moi waiting to start and feeling very, very cold.

The starting line. Only about 200 brave souls turned up.

At the pre race meeting everyone huddled under trees and any available shelter to try and stay dry as it was already raining Big Time. About 200 runners competed but only 13 of us did the full 60 km. course. The long course is for teams only, mainly because much of the run is quite isolated and with only minimal support. It is also quite common for some teams to finish in the dark.

Heading towards Pt. Elliot.

Susi no Bum and I had two main goals to achieve;

- to finish the race before it finished us

- to beat the living crap out of our Chubby Hubbys.

Heading towards Victor Harbor , with another storm coming our way !

Susi no Bum and I completed the first 21 km. in around 2 hours and had already dumped the Chubby Hubbys ! The weather was so bad it was funny and people seeing us could be excused for questioning our sanity.

BIG CONFESSION HERE , but please keep it to yourself as it is not my proudest race moment !
..... 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 and run and drink at the same time.

BUT, the cafe was warm , the fire was toasty and so like the ladies we are, there we sat mid race and had morning tea ! OMG !!

The man in the coffee shop who knew all about the run was quite incredulous that we were running 60 km. yet still ordered SKINNY flat white. Well a girl always has to watch her waistline ! 

Well lucky we had our coffee, because our next challenge was to get our selves over this Bluff in the strong winds.

At the base of the Bluff and ready to start the climb.

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.

Even the tide was right in, so more wet feet.

Susi having a What the F$%K am I doing here moment. It was at this point that Twisted Sister Tracy rang us on her mobile to give us words of encouragement. She was not competing due to ill health but was more than happy to share with us that she was still in her pyjamas, curled up on the sofa with the fire going and watching a Chick Flick !! Even the sanitized version of what we said to her is not printable.

The 35 km. check point.

Daryl's expression says it all, he was drenched to the skin.

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.
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.


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.

Cheers for now.
 Karen.

Mt. Robinson.

 

Catching up Again !

My posting has been very patchy of late and so I have lots of catching up to do. I had a bit of a cancer scare in April and my new motto became " when life throws you curve balls ...... Stitch. "

All is well now, but whist waiting for medical appointments I kept myself busy stitching to keep my mind off things. That's the trouble with being a Registered Nurse, a bit of knowledge is dangerous.

We worry about things others don't even know about. Now I didn't get quite as far as planning the songs for my funeral .... but you get the picture.

Above is a freebie from Plum Street samplers for St. Patrick's Day. I love the hare family and this is the second one in the series I have done.

Next to show off with is my pin up board using hexagons from a Black Bird Designs Book .  I thought I had done enough hexies but I was not able to get the recommended size frame here in South Australia so I have had to add another 3 rows to it.  Oh well, nearly done.

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.

 

 This quilt is one have have just finished for my new nephew Blake.
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. 
It's so soft and gentle for a baby although I should say the baby's Dad said he wouldn't mind a snuggly in it himself.

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.


Happy stitching
Cheers Karen.

Twisted Sisters V's Wild.

I've been a very bad blogger of late and now have to do several posts to keep you all up to date with the  Twisted Sisters and my stitching.

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.

However we have continued our training as best we can . 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 !

Two weeks ago our Sunday morning breakfast run was through the Warren Conservation Park.
The Plan : a 30 km. circuit through the rugged bushland to Williamstown for coffee and home in time for breakfast.
All went well for the first 5km. Chubby Hubby Mike had his Garman with him so we had no need to be concerned .....
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.
Now Mike quite fancies himself as Bear Grylls , but I'm thinking Bear would not get  The Twisted Sisters so badly lost.

 Things going pear shaped at 5km. when Daryl, Mike and Tracy abandon the GPS.

 The bushland became increasingly dense which is amazing because all this area was burnt out 2 years ago in a bush fire.

The terrain just got steeper and steeper.

Daryl with Mike behind trying to work out where we are.

 Susi no Bum tripped and fell on a rock. Once we established she had a pulse we quickly took a photo to prove she is human. We were all secretly hoping she had broken a leg so we could cut short the torture she had planned for us.

 This waterway was not meant to be here.

 

 This hill was so steep we had to pull ourselves up using a chain. This was in real snake territory but Tracy made me feel sooo much better telling me the snakes were all home giving their children morning tea.

 And steeper.

 Another Where the Hell are We meeting !!

 This water was not on the map we were following and somehow we had to get over it.

 Only the Twisted Sisters would get this lost.

 Susi stuck on a log with no way to go.

These fungi were everywhere and they started to look tasty when we got hungry.

We never found our coffee shop, we got home in time for a late lunch courtesy of Tracy's husband who came out in his truck to finds us.

Happy trails,

Cheers Karen.

Running with Prostates.

Since I started my Blog last year I have received many emails from ladies asking how to join and run with a running team when you are no longer a " Spring Chicken ".

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,

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..

When I first started running with the South Australian Road Runners I had been in training for about a year with a personal trainer  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 always join in with the long distance jogging group and there are many mature aged men and ladies in this group, although mostly men.

The older men are great to run with especially if you want to improve your time and distance.

If they are still running in their 60's or 70's then they are usually ex marathoners and have a lot of running knowledge which they are happy to share. Many of them will still be running the marathon.

But I am not a nurse for nothing, and so when I see an older male runner I think PROSTATE.

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  run a long distance with frequent stops.

 Two Chubby Hubby's looking for a toilet stop.

But wait, there's more

- when you run with men in their 70's and you are in your 40's or 50's then you are still a youngish chick in their eyes which is great for your ego.

- older men are too polite to beat you.

- they don't upset you hormones by running without a shirt and displaying god dammed gorgeous 6 packs, pecs and biceps.

- they don't do Snot Rockets on the pavements like many of the younger male runners do.

If you really want to run with girls then choose fellow Wobblies as it's easier to concentrate when you feel better about yourself. 

 Three chubby prostates in a row.

 And three little maids are we.

But whatever you do, DO NOT RUN WITH MAMIL'S   (  middle aged men in Lycra  )

So not a good look and you really don't want to be seen with them. Plus you never know whose watching.

And so ladies, what ever your age, pluck up the courage and run. It's fun.

I didn't run my first marathon until I was 52. And yes, they time me with a calendar instead of the clock, but I still do it.

Of course you can always do what a group of my friends and I have done. We formed our own running team and often compete as a team.

 Our running team, The Twisted Sisters.

Thankyou for visiting my blog

Enjoy life and laugh at yourself

Karen.