Hooray for the the last day of the year! Particularly 2009, which has been less than ideal on a number of fronts, but pretty bloody spectacular on others.
Here's a breakdown of 2009:
The good? Completing my first triathlon, buying my first road bike (plus tri suit and real running shoes), starting my fitness qualification, two trips to Sydney and Melbourne (and Wellington), getting cleared by my knee surgeon to kick butt at the Auckland Half Ironman 2010, moving into this awesome house, hiring an awesome PT, going to the Australian Salsa Classic in Sydney, learning Salsa and Bellydance, going to Phillip Island, losing about 10% body fat, gaining stackloads of muscle, finding Eat Me protein in sexy strawberry flavour, getting back on my bike, getting back to swimming, watching Slumdog Millionaire, buying a heart rate monitor, finding muscles that weren't there three weeks ago...etc!
The not-so-good? Breaking my elbow AGAIN, reeking of chlorine three or four days a week, losing my brand new bathers at the pool after only the second swim, having to move house, Kanye West thief-ing off with poor Taylor Swift's thunder, my old bike dying two weeks before my first tri.
The downright sub-optimal? The car - 'nuff said, the breast cancer scare in May, Tiger Woods.
Right, with those demons purged and successes celebrated, let's move on!
The last four days have been manic. Monday flew by in a blur, no clue where it went or what I did, other than a bike ride and a run. Tuesday I rode down the work placement gym (let's call it WPG for short) to check it out (it's awesome but more on this later) and get some paperwork. Great ride, but boy was I happy to get home as I'd forgotten what cycling in a headwind and crosswind was like!
Yesterday I rode to the WPG for my first shift. The place rocks; it's basically brand new and the complex is totally kitted out for training. It has an amazing pool complex that just won best pool in NZ for the year (or something like that). It's got a great gym with great views over the pool or the parkland around it, and is set on acres and acres of park. To top it off, there's plenty of good biking around. I don't think I'll bother going back to my local pool, it's a hole by comparison!
The team at the WPG are awesome too. My trainer is the team leader, and the other four I met yesterday are great. They have different areas of specialty, one being injury rehab, so I'll be picking their brains as best I can.
The first shift yesterday was good - I got my bike in for the day riding there and back, but was too tired at the end of the shift to swim before coming home. At the end of the day, I was advised I had a 6am start today. Sweet as, I thought, I'll have an early one, get up at 0430 and rock on. What eventuated was: not getting to sleep until after 1am, smashing the alarm to shut it up at 0430 this morning and finally getting out of bed at 0450. Oops...I forgot my vogels at breakfast, forgot to pack lunch, and forgot to take a lunch break today. Nutrition fail!
By the time I finished at 2pm today, I was tired and hungry - as those of you who know me will attest, this is a dangerous combination indeed! I flicked the swim idea and went home to have lunch before hitting the strawberry farm, then picked up six litres of milk (don't worry, I'll be through it in four days) and went home to sloth about. I'll swim tomorrow, I promise...especially now that my compression wear-designing friend has a connection who provided me with new speedo bathers (togs) to replace the ones that went walkies at the hole of a pool last week, and an elite pullkick (a fancy pull buoy/kickboard in one). Thanks X, you rock!
My best friend has very kindly loaned me her old car for a few weeks, otherwise the 6am start today and 5.30am/6am starts next week would have been interesting. My "car" is going to cost the better part of $2,500 to fix so I'll be flicking it shortly or maybe trying to save up and fix it. I haven't decided yet - that can wait until next year!
So, until next year, have a great New Year and rock on!
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