Hair, Make-up and Super High Shoes

I know I have mentioned this before but I am a terrible girl… in fact you can read about it here and this week I have discovered another reason why this is true… well it’s not really a new discovery… but it’s a fact that has been confirmed… I cannot walk in high heels.  All last week I attempted to practice walking in my new shoes, shoes I wore on Saturday to my brother’s wedding… but they are really really high… and I am really bad at it.  By the wedding day I had started to get the hang of it, but I was still a little awkward and I couldn’t go all that far.  In the lead up to the wedding I decided to bake a cake in them, which was successful… so I took that to be a good sign, but weddings take longer than a cake… much longer than cakes!   I know it’s just a matter of perseverance… and that if I really wanted to I could learn to push through the pain barrier associated with such massive shoes, but I am not quite there yet.

Anyway, I am writing this blog because I have been quite proud of myself for committing to these shoes and practicing a little everyday around the house, although the cramps I got in my calves while watching TV is perhaps not the best sign… and the fact that my feet still hurt two days after the wedding and I can no longer stand on my tippy toes with any sense of stability…  But I have actually come a long way from where I was.  After reading my blog about the same issue from March in 2010, I have realised that I am no where near as bad as I used to be…

I now get my hair cut by a real hairdresser (not just a random shopping centre one I find at the last minute) regularly… and sometimes even coloured.

I now go to the same place to get my eyebrows waxed… so I guess that means I now have a regular beautician…

I now own more dresses… and am generally more interested in looking more ‘current’… we haven’t quite made it to fashionable yet.

I am still not that good at makeup and I can still only wear my hair in 3 styles, but that’s 3 steps in the right direction… maybe I am just getting older and now realise that it’s actually better if you are ‘booked in’ so that things actually happen rather than flying by the seat of your pants all the time.  Maybe I am actually more girly than before…. who knows… all I can tell you right now as I sit here typing with painted fingernails, make up on my face and a fresh hair colour, not wanting to put my feet on the ground in fear of the discomfort in the balls of my feet, is that I am pretty sure shoes shouldn’t hurt this much… especially when they look sooooo good… check them out below:

Fitness is Heartless

It all fades pretty quick… this is something that I have learnt, and no this isn’t a morbid reflection on life, this is a reflection on my fitness…

Only a month ago I was at the peak of my fitness, and while it may have been only a small peak I was feeling pretty good about how far I had come. This time last month I ran (well ran/walked… in some slow rendition of interval training) 10km in the Melbourne Marathon Festival, which I was pretty happy about… well mostly, part of me feels like 10km isn’t that big a deal and I was so slow it’s probably not even worth writing about… but either way it’s better than where I was when I first started training again… Now a month later I feel like I am back at the beginning, I have had a week of being sick, a week of assignments, another week of being sick and a week of laziness and now I can’t run… it is a disaster! In only a week’s time I will be running the colour run (which will get a blog of its own once it’s done) and I am a little worried about how slow I will be. Luckily, I think it’s the kind of run which is best walked/danced/celebrated… and slowly enjoyed, but it really shocked me how quickly my fitness disappeared. It just seems cruel, you work so hard to build it up and then bam it’s gone… it all hurts again, you puff and pant and end up the colour of beetroot… and then just feel disappointed. I am determined not to let it beat me, I will run again, I will be fit, I will be good at exercising consistently… but I just needed to whinge about how heartless exercise is when you need a break…

Now I can breathe

Last night I handed in my final assessment piece for the first year of my grad dip ed, and even though I have another whole year next year, I feel like I can breathe again. This last semester has been long and tiring and I am really glad that it is over. I am not really sure why it has been so bad, but it has been exhausting and now just having full time work feels like a holiday, which is kind of nice.  Anyway, I just thought I should touch base and let you know that I am alive, and I have survived… oh and I now only have 2 months to cross the next 40 odd things off the list.

I Should Have Known Better

There are some things that you should know living in Melbourne…

1. Always be prepared for any weather
2. If it’s spring and you are walking through a park… keep your eyes out for magpies coz they hurt (so I’m told) if they get you in the back of the head.
3. If you are out in the middle of the day you should have sunscreen on… please see point 1

This weekend I have been away celebrating the bride to be who is also soon to be my sister-in-law and it has been quite an extravagant weekend… we have had delicious high tea, dinner by the sea, a spa, movies and a day at the hot springs down on the peninsula. This last stop was something that I had not done before, in fact before I got the invitation I didn’t even know that the peninsula had hot springs… but they do and they are actually very very lovely. Anyway, while at the springs last weekend I got really sunburnt… but it wasn’t the sunburn that irritated me most, although it was annoying and kinda sore, it was actually the fact that I should have known better.

I live in Australia… we are right under the ozone hole… we get burnt… all the time… and even though it was freezing cold and very very very overcast, I should have known better… As a kid, I was always told you can still get burnt if it’s cloudy, you can still get burnt if it’s cold… you can still get burnt even if you do all the right things. So… as I have now had my first burn of the season…. before summer has even started… here is my warning to all of you, who like me simply forgot what I know… even if it’s cold and overcast… if you are outside in your bathers… put on some sunscreen… or spend a week sticky from aloe vera and unable to carry your handbag with the shoulder strap…

I am a Runner… kinda

It is done… I made it… albeit very very slowly, but I have finished the 10km run as part of this years Melbourne Marathon, and despite the fact that I am a little bit underwhelmed because it doesn’t really compare to the 21.1km the halfers just ran or the 42 the Marathon runners conquered, I am still pretty proud of myself… and I am thinking that maybe my second half marathon won’t be as impossible as I originally thought… but maybe that’s just the excitement of finishing this morning that’s talking… anyway, these are some of my favourite pictures from today… please pay no attention to my red face… that’s normal… I hope…