New Zealand is so ridiculously beautiful, it still renders me speechless. Do I say that a lot? Yes. Is there a reason for such repetition? Well, yeah, because look at the state of it!
Four solid months of training for the Queenstown Marathon, an epic running programme and a game plan for race day. The running gear is perfected and I’m fizzing to get to that startline. And (don’t worry I can laugh about it now) then, about an hour and 40 minutes in, the wheels completely fall off and the game plan is completely out the window.
Marlborough is one of those regions where, the more I visit it the more I fall in love with it!
Not that long ago I turned 34, and in my first week of turning 34 I got hemorrhoids. Yip, hemorrhoids. Bum hurt all week, felt like a bag of shite (never a truer choice of words). In those first couple of days of the first week of my 35th year, after I’d had all my friends and family around me, I experienced that low you feel you know? After an epic weekend, too much alcohol, lots of fun, and then BAM – back to reality.
So the Queenstown Marathon is pretty much bang on two months away and my epic coach Lydia O’Donell has had me on a pretty full noise training programme. I’ve been feeling really good overall, but am acutely aware we’re getting into the real business end of training.
It’s amazing how you can hop in the car in New Zealand, and within a relatively small amount of time you can be somewhere that looks completely different, somewhere that offers a different perspective, somewhere that is off the beaten track and yet right at your back doorstep.
I’m acutely aware that we are in weird times – I mean, how do we even describe 2020 anymore? What more is it going to throw at us? We’re bound by Alert Levels and closed borders and we’re at the mercy of a nasty virus that has no plans of going away anytime soon.
That 22 kilometre piece of water that separates the North and South Island can be relentless, it can whip a storm at a moment’s notice and does in fact have a reputation for being downright dangerous. I’ve been out there on a decent swell and my word it’s quite the test of character.
Nothing quite says you’re on tour when you do back-to-back gigs right?! We had such an epic day in Auckland on the Saturday and were luckily still riding the high of such a wonderful event, when the 6am alarm blurted out on Sunday morning to head to Wellington.
The second leg of The Girls Uninterrupted tour was up in the big smoke, and we were pumped for a big day with a great crew of listeners – some driving down from Whangarei for it!