Hi all!
Hello to the newbies - exciting to get fresh blood.
Sorry to hear you are suffering Eleanor - hope you can get it sorted.
Katie I am a runner - just did my first marathon a couple of Sundays ago, and now training for another one in October.
Haven't been on to post as life just continues to be ridiculously manic. I finally have 2 blissful hours (WITHOUT CHILDREN) on a train (with wifi!) so can finally catch up on MN. Since I last posted I managed to just about squeeze in all the week's Goliaz work outs, the TOUGHEST event (a bit like Tough Mudder - see photo - I am 3rd from right, DH is furthest right), a CT/PET scan to check cancer is still gone, a day's training in London for work (I live in Rome, for the newbies) and am now on the way to Bournemouth to meet DH who has just bought a car which he is now going to drive back to Rome, leaving me with the 3 kids to transport back to Italy via Ryanair starting from Salisbury. I am EXHAUSTED.
So am on week 2 Goliaz but so far haven't been able to do any of the work outs as I have been working/medical-ing. I will have to do doubles on Friday/Sat/Sunday as I am travelling tomorrow. TBH last week's work outs weren't as total balls-to-the-wall hard as I thought they were going to be, but one of them was a killer ab work out and I did feel like I'd been repeatedly punched the next day. I can't work out the Goliaz dude (he's called Eduardo) 's thinking/algorithm about my food intake, as he has upped my calories to 2100!!! I don't know whether to just ignore him and report my duties that I "followed the plan" or tell him I just can't each that much each day?!
Toughest was loads of fun! I felt like my upper body had been hit by a train the next day though - all that hanging off stuff. The wall you can see in the background is this like curved mega wall where you have to do like a parcour (sp?) style running jump to get over it - DH had to drag me up - was not pretty!
So the next few days are going to be just as crazy as I am flying back to Rome tomorrow, my nanny goes home for her annual break on Friday (a month away - sob!) and so it's all hands on deck marshaling the mugwumps. And then I go to the UK (AGAIN) on Monday for 3 days for my final breast surgery. I have to not exercise for 10 days, which again is not going to make Eduardo happy (he is a bit mean, tbh - certainly no Tony or Shaun!)
But then, in theory, I have done all my medical travels/surgeries/scans, I've done all my work trips, done all my marathons/guest-hosting etc., and the kids are back at school (they've been on hols for the past 2 weeks) and I can just get back to normal and concentrate on Goliaz/running/work.
And breathe.