Success!

This weekend.
Wow.
Wow.

Where do I start?

Well, this morning I got up at 4:45am. Now, I have a perfectly good reason for this. This morning was my big race. THE race. The Bridge to Brisbane. 10km. From the Gateway Bridge to the Ekka Showgrounds. And I was going to do it without walking and under one hour. Left home at 5:15am and didn’t get to the race start until 6:15am. The traffic was horrible. Which is kinda to be expected seeing as 46,000+ people were doing this thing. The traffic was actually so bad that dad let me out way before the start line and I ended up walking 2km to the actual start. I found Kristy and Ryan at about 6:30. By then the race had started for the serious competitors. We, however, had to wait in the crowd for another hour until we actually crossed the start line and our race began. So we started running at 7:30am.

Of course, we ran the whole way, almost. We had the one or two stops for water along the way, and about 100m in total of walking, when my poor owl got huge blisters on her feet. We did run the last k, however. We all agree that it did not feel like 10km. Can I just add that I have never run 10km in my life? But it just seemed to go so quickly! I think what kept it interesting was the weaving in and out of all the walkers (and let me tell you, there were a lot of walkers!). Otherwise, I reckon it would have been quite boring, seeing as it was flat the whole way. We talked for the whole way, just little comments here and there; it was just a good time :). I did start to feel a bit tired at the 8.5km mark, but I reckon that the 100m we walked then did me the world of good, and I felt fantastic for the last k.

I just cant describe the feeling that I had when I ran the last 200m. It was amazing! I knew that I had finally done it, run 10km the whole way, for the first time in my life, and I felt good. Those last few metres, me and Kristy held hands and when we crossed the finish line, we screamed and I just couldn’t stop smiling, knowing that I had done it with both my goals: I hadn’t walked, or died for that matter, and I did it under 1hr. I don’t think I have ever been that happy or felt so proud of myself in my whole life. It was just so amazing!

You know whats written on the back of the shirts we got? “I FINISHED!” That’s what I feel like screaming out, what I feel like telling everyone, because really, it is an achievement, something that should be yelled out for the whole world to hear :) For me, it's an achievement.

And another success for the day? I managed to flash the whole of the hospital busway my boobs, while attempting to change into my new Bridge to Brisbane shirt, but actually managing to get tangled up in it instead :P

Me and my owl then went to Chermside, where I bought the most amazing iced-coffe-cookies-and-cream-drink-thing from Gloria Jeans that I have ever had in my life! I felt like I deserved every part of it, even the PILE of cream on top, as well as the HUGE double choc muffin that I ate! I deserved it, all of it :)

Oh, also I must say that that was the most daggily dressed I have ever been at Chermside, wearing my Bridge to Brisbane shirt, running shorts and sandshoes. But I didn’t care, because I knew that I had just done something that none of them could ever do.

Went home after about an hour of nice chatting to my owl, ate a bit of food, drank a lot of water, slept a bit, then called Brad and organised to go for a ride with him that afternoon.

I don’t know why I did that. I could feel that I was tired. But I also felt so good about myself that I wanted to go out and beat some more people.

So after running 10km, I went out and did a 16km ride. And you know what? That would have to be the best I have ever ridden in my life. I just had so much energy! It was INSANE! When I first started, riding to the meeting point, I could feel the tiredness in my legs, and I kinda figured that I wouldn’t do so well today. But then after I got started, I just flew! Maybe it was that my legs got numb and I couldn’t feel them anymore, because I just had so much strength in them! It felt like I had borrowed someone else’s legs for the afternoon, because seriously, last weekend they weren’t that strong and I hadn’t just run 10km then! I beat a lot of the people up the hills and that would have to be the fastest I have ever ridden Jurassic! I think I have just had adrenaline running through my veins since 6:00 this morning, and it just keeps going, and I just keep going and going and going.. Pretty sure that since this morning I’ve lost about 2kg of weight because of how much exercise I’ve done and how hard I’ve pushed myself. It’s funny because normally I don’t like pushing myself. I'm not very good at it. I do push myself quite hard, but I don’t like it. Today though, no today was a different matter. And I’ve decided that I do like pushing myself. Because in the end it just feels so good.

I’ll probably crash sometime early tonight though. About 8 I’ll be in bed. And hopefully not totally crippled tomorrow morning *touches a billion pieces of wood*



Funny how today was the complete opposite of yesterday.
Well, not yesterday, just last night.

It started when I realised that I was completely screwed because I didn’t realise that needed to pick up my race pack by 12:00 that day; it was now 6:00 at night. Dad got completely off his head at me, because it was seriously the least organised I have ever been in my life. I had no idea what was happening in regards to the next day; where I had to go, what time, what I had to wear, who was going, what I had to do.. Dad was really really angry at me. He doesn’t normally swear at me, but last night he was. “Fuck” was almost his every second word. “You’ve really fucked this up, Steph.” “You have no fucking idea what’s happening do you?!”

Yeah, I felt bad. No that doesn’t even cover it. I felt horrible. Dad had to get up at 4:30 the next morning for me, who had no idea what was happening, or if I would even be able to race. I was so angry at myself, at me not being organised. But the problem was that I also appeared angry. Only, because no one can read my thoughts, they thought that I was angry at them. Which only made the situation worse.

On top of that, because of my absolutely fabulous mood, I managed to completely fuck up any chance whatsoever of getting BB to go out with me. I acted like a fucking idiot, speaking in code, fucking him along, making absolutely no sense whatsoever. I really think that I was slightly delirious because I was worrying about so many things. So of course I didn’t mean any of the things that I said. But that doesn’t mean I can just magically make him forget what I said, and I'm just going to have to live with the consequences. I suppose I deserve it.

Everything ended up ok though; I managed to sort it all out with mum and dad, and at 10:00 at night dad managed to get me a spare race pack from his mate, the life-saving Frother (thank-you A MILLION TRILLION TIMES, Frother!!!)

This weekend was
Well, to be quite honest I cant describe what it was in just one word.
There were so many ups and downs; only this time, compared to all the other times, these ups and downs were extreme.

I think the Hindus got at least one thing right.
There sure is such thing as Karma.
My life is just one big Karma circle.

But its ok.
I’ll just take my own advice and only look at the ups, not the downs.