Functional Fitness Wednesday


Functional Fitness focuses on building a body capable of doing real-life activities in real-life positions, not just lifting a certain amount of weight in an idealized posture created by a gym machine. It’s Making Muscles Work Together.

Wow! That is all I can say.  I’ve now completed two sessions and it was bloody hard work!!  However I completed it without giving up.

For our beginning few sessions we are using kettle bells for the entire workout.  AN ENTIRE HOUR! Whether it be squats, swings, presses, crunches… everything is using a kettle bell.  I am currently working an 8kg kettle bell which may not seem like a great deal HOWEVER when you have an hour long session of advanced boxing the night before  and a 45-60 minute arm workout prior to the functional fitness class, I think I’m doing alright.

Over the workout course I completed 400 swings (some alternating hands), 60 crunches, 40 squat presses, 40 squats with an overhead diagonal thruster and 20 sumo squats. Remember, I was swinging, carrying, pressing a 8kg kettle bell in every one of these exercises.

Beware. The little suckers can be deceiving. You can have a small size and a large size but they weigh the same.  You’ve been warned.  Don’t be fooled into thinking smaller ones weigh less.

As I said, this was my second class.  The day after my first class, I felt like I’d been crushed by a bus.  My arms hurt, my legs hurt, my back hurt; actually my whole body hurt!  Woke up this morning and expected to feel the same… Only my arms and chest hurt today however that would be helped by the combo of boxing, arms workout AND kettle bells! I did feel much better after the class finished yesterday.  Even after one week, I feel like I’d improved.  It might just be my imagination but I seriously felt better.

I’ve been to gym every day this week so tomorrow is my rest day.  I feel like my body is going to need it.  I completed a half cardio/half weights session tonight as well, so my arms and upper body definitely need a well earned rest.

Sleep Well Bloggers.

C. x


Terrific Tabata Tuesday

Tonight’s work out at gym was intense. Ha, great pun Candice.  Tabata is a type of HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training) and follows a specific combination of 20 seconds of a very high intensity exercise then a 10 second rest, repeated for 8 rounds.

After completing a 10 minute round of 10 push ups, 20 squats and 30 sit up repeats, we moved on to amended session of 30 seconds on and 10 seconds rest, repeating 3 times for each exercise..

As always, I felt pretty satisfied afterwards (until I came home and shoveled pasta in my face).

If I try recall it, I think the intervals went like this:

Jump Squats (Squat Raises)
Spin Bike
Competition Burpees (Step Box Jumps)
Squat Press
Kettle Bell Swings
Bad Bag Boxing
Step Box Jumps

That’s terrible.  I did this about 3 hours ago and I can’t even remember if that was the correct order. What I do remember is that I was hot and sweaty and felt great afterwards. The trainers at my gym are super amazing and push you to reach your full potential. 

I just need to keep trying to adjust my eating and I should be back on track.  

Tomorrow, Gerard Santamaria is coming in for a functional fitness session.  What’s functional fitnesss?  No idea.  I’ll let you know tomorrow,after the session.  Boxing starts again with Jade on Tuesday next week.  I cannot wait to smash something again.  It’s like a weekly stress release for me.  

It’s almost 10pm and I need a big sleep.  I’ll check back in tomorrow with some more updates on the functional fitness and any other random crazy things that happen. 

Have a great day/night/etc. everyone!

C. x


Super Saturday

Morning All.

This morning I have a heap of plans I want to execute however the comfort of my bed is winning. 

I need to duck out and pick up a new external portable hard drive.  The one I currently have has died and I need to try and remove all that was on there, onto a new one which could prove difficult due to the fact my laptop doesn’t read it. 

Second, I need to go for a run this morning, even if its only 10 minutes.  Hoping 10 minute spurts will keep me motivated for the moment.  Who knows, I might run a little longer once I’m on the treadmill. 

Third, I need to find some new recipes for lunches next week,  Tuna and corn for lunch doesn’t inspire me every day so that’s when I start to drift off track. I’m thinking of cooking some quinoa and mixing that in some kinda of salad.  It should be able to cook while I do that 10 minute run.

Lastly, #boyfie has football at 1.30pm today so I need to get all the above done by then so I can cheer him on in the freezing cold.  That means I should probably move from my current coziness and get up,

I am hoping however, I can get some kicking practice in while we are at football,  That’s a directive of my physio so I’ve got to at least try do it. It does make me happy to kick a football again.  It feels like little bursts of freedom coming of my boot, waiting to be caught and taken advantage of.  

Also, found this event.  Totally want to do it so gotta do a little more research but pretty keen. Take a look. 

La love, 


Reality Check

It’s funny looking back at posts you typed 18 months ago and seeing what your life was like then, what issues you had and your attitude. towards yourself.  

 My life 18 months ago? I was training every day for a 10% buffer on every footballer I came across. Today, I’m lying in bed in my dressing gown, 5.5 months down the road from a knee reconstruction with no motivation what-so-ever. 

However, reading all these posts is making me wonder what my reasoning is for not being motivated.  My knee is fine to run; I just need to take it easy and build up my distances and times again.  Am I scared of hurting myself again? Absolutely.  It is now my top fear – along with spiders. One small click or a little pain and I am almost throwing my money at the physiotherapist to tell me nothing is wrong.  

I have all the equipment I need.  Myself.  That’s it.  It’s all in my head.  I know I can succeed,  I already have.  I’m just a few steps back on where I was 18 months ago.  I know I can do it.  The proof is in this blog.  Go back and read it.  

I need to stop making excuses and start acting.  Just like I need to keep blogging and telling you my highs/lows/up/downs because looking back, that’s one HUGE reason I was motivated.  

Who knows, maybe one person still tunes in, maybe you all do, but the only person that should take notice of these posts is me.  I should need to turn my words into actions. 

There isn’t anything more simpler.  Get off my arse, Stop complaining I’ve gone up in weight and work on it.  There isn’t a cure.  It’s just hard work. 

Swallow the pain and push through. 

C. x



Knee’d An Update?


My last few blog posts have updated you all that I am nursing what is thought to be an ACL tear in my knee.  After 9 months of physios, specialists and surgeons, I had it confirmed that my ACL was completely torn.

Another 4 months on, I am now recovering from my operation and my ACL is on its way to being healed.  They took a graft from my hamstring to repair the ligament and my recovery is going great guns.

Let’s take a look from the beginning.  Since doing the damage on April 12th 2013, I was not aware until I’d woken up after my surgery that I had torn my ACL completely. There were plenty of assumptions made on what was wrong within my knee but an actual diagnosis was never given.

As you can read in my previous posts “Another Catch Up Session” and “Run the Rock Results” I still ran while having the injury and I’ve even started going to a gym.

The unknown diagnosis was playing with my head and I wasn’t as motivated as I have been, to keep exercising.  That’s why I signed up to go to gym.  I thought this may keep me motivated until I had my operation.  I signed up in the new year and still had not had an clarification on when my operation was going to be. I hit it hard.  I went almost every day for the first 3 weeks of January.  I was loving it.

I’d already been waiting 4 months for my operation I had called the hospital a few times in that time and asked for an update.  The only thing they could tell me was that I was on the list, but no date had been allocated.   I got a phone call on the 23rd January from the hospital (only a couple of days after my most recent call for an update) and they were pleased to inform me that they had a cancellation on the list and I had been put in that spot.  I listened to the nurse tell me some important information, everything apart from when it would actually be.  After all her spiels, she finally gave me a date, January 31st.  I said to her, that’s next week. She said “Yes, it is.  Is that going to be a problem?”  I didn’t even consult my work or my boss, I just said no, it was fine.  The nurse concluded saying she would post me off the details of the surgery then hung up.

I was excited.  Ecstatic even.  I skipped around the office for days.  Everyone was confused on my surgery was of such exciting nature.  I had been waiting 9 months for this.  Not the surgery, but just an answer to all my questions.

The week leading up to my surgery went slow.  Just like all things you are waiting for.  They take what feels like months to arrive.   Finally, Friday arrived and I needed to be at the hospital at 7am.  I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to sit around for too long.  After holding back some tears (finally feeling my nerves) I filled in all my paperwork and sat in the waiting room for hours.  Not just what felt like hours, actual hours.  The first waiting room, I sat there for about 2 hours and then got moved to another waiting  room in which I sat there for another 2 hours.  After being there from 7am, I finally got the call at about 12.00pm.  I said goodbye to my mum (fighting back tears again) and went through to the ward.


I got changed into the sexy night gown they give you, with no back and text my mum, boyfriend and best friend that was about to go in.  After being wheeled into the corridor to theatre, I couldn’t hold back my tears.  I was now terrified.  There was no one there to hold my hand this time.  All the nurses were really caring, trying to calm me down, saying my operation was standard and I had nothing to worry about.

Everyone I had spoken to had told me that they ask you to count backwards from 10 when they administer the anesthetic to you.  All I remember is the doctors and nurses asking me to tell them my name for the paperwork.  I was out cold.

I do remember waking up in recovery at about 2.30pm and I was in pain.  A lot of pain.  I had multiple doses of pain killers and was asked to rate my pain out of 10. My pain took hours to come even close to a 3, which was the acceptable limit to be moved from recovery to a ward.  My mum came to visit me on the ward after I was moved.  She stayed for a while but there wasn’t much she could do.

After my pain killers had finally kicked in, I was hungry.  I needed food.  At about 5.30pm they bought me dinner. It wasn’t anything special but boy did it taste good at the time.


I had a nurse check on my every hour for ages which was annoying because all I wanted to do (after I’d eaten) was sleep. The doctor also came in and informed me that my ACL was quote knackered unquote.  For all the pain I was in, I had only assumed that was the case.

My boyfriend’s dad came in and brought me chocolates but didn’t stay too long.  He could tell I wanted to sleep.  When I was due to sleep, I was given more pain killers that would also help me sleep. HA! They actually kept me awake.  I watched the clock from 8.30pm until 12.00am.  After that I called the nurse and said, please give me something else.  I am exhausted.  They swapped my meds and gave me a sleeping tablet.  I didn’t get much sleep, having to stay on my back and not move.  The nurse checked me every four hours after that.

Breakfast came which meant I would be coming home soon. Yay!  The hospital physio came around and brought me some crutches to use.  Finally, I didn’t need to be wheeled around everywhere.  She took me for a small walk around the ward to make sure I was okay on the crutches and tested me going up and down on some stairs.


My boyfriend was in around 11am to pick me up and take me home.  I had to wait to be signed out to I munched on some lunch but not long after that, I felt very light headed and needed to be laid down before I passed out.  There was a delay in the surgeon signing off my xrays so I could leave but I wasn’t in any state to be going anywhere fast.

After I was finally cleared, I was feeling good enough to go home.  After being wheeled out and put in the car, my gorgeous boyfriend produced this.  A small inflated balloon which had a cup of lollies attached.  So cute.  I did make me smile even though I was in a lot of pain.  I stayed at his house that night and the night after because my parents had already planned to be away.  He was great in looking after me and his family were amazing.  His mum even bought me flowers. Naw!

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I had called my boss after I got the news from the doctor and told him I wouldn’t be in for that week but I’d do my best to be in the week after. That didn’t end up happening.  I had 2 weeks off work.  I did try go in after a week but I was too exhausted and wasn’t very productive.  It wasn’t busy anyway so the boss told me not to worry about work and just go home and get better.

I took a photo every day for the first 2 weeks so I could keep track on the progress.  My bruising got worse and worse.  They were the worst bruising some of the doctors and nurses had ever seen from an ACL reconstruction.  I have no idea on what they did during the surgery but it must have been rough.


From 14 days post surgery, I have been seeing a physio every 2-3 weeks.  My recovering is flying along and was able to walk almost properly after only 6 weeks.  I had been told by my physio that another lasy he was helping (who had the same surgery) was still off work and on crutches. That made me feel great.

My progress has been phenomenal.  After 8 weeks, I was allowed to go back to gym on light duties.  At 12 weeks I was given the okay to run. At 16 weeks, I was told I was allowed to start kicking a football.  At 17 weeks and 2 days, I ran my first 5km again. (Although I was in a little bit of pain a few days afterwards).  Now at 18 weeks (and 3 days), I have kicked a football and it felt great.  They were only small passes back and forth between my boyfriend and I but I haven’t done that for over a year without pain.

The downside to my operation and lack of motivation, it that I have put on 5kgs.  My goal now it to get back to my pre-operation weight, then hit my pre-operation goals.  However, one step at a time.

I have started my running sheet again and am doing my best to stick to it.  I have given myself a target of 20km running for the month and attend gym 10 times (excluding my boxing sessions).  It is a reasonable goal, so I just need to stay motivated.  Currently, I’ve only ran 5km and been to gym 2 times (and 1 boxing session) but it’s a start.

I also need to stay motivating to eat well, which I haven’t been doing.  I keep saying next week, next week but there is not more next week.   There is tomorrow.  If I take a step backwards, there is no next week.  There is the next meal.  Start again, minutes later.  Not days or weeks.

At Day 129, It’s all up from here, right?

It’s good to be back.

C. x


Dreams Are Not Greater Than Reality


The long-awaited arrival of EPL giant, Liverpool Football Club into Australia was finally a reality back in July 2013. (I know! SLACK SLACK SLACK)  We (#boyfie and I) are HUGE Liverpool fans and we could not wait to see them play, live, in front of our eyes.  Having missed out watching a game while I was in the UK (being off-season), this was going to be the next best thing until I could save enough cash to get back over there during football season.

Months had passed and my ticket was just waiting to be scanned so I could see my Reds play.  A week or so before the game, a rumour of a closed training session was surfaced and tickets went in a flash.  Not realising until after they had all sold that it was even on, I was super disappointed we weren’t going to have the chance to go.  I searched high and low over Ticketek to try to find if they were to release more seats but I couldn’t find a single date.  I ended up on the Official Melbourne Liverpool Supporters Page on Facebook and asked if anyone had spare tickets or couldn’t go, I was willing to pay for the tickets (as they were free at that stage if you has the right password).  I ended up buying two tickets from a member of the group and hoped to god (pardon the wording) that he had not ripped me off and the tickets worked.

I had sneakily bought #boyfie a new jersey for his birthday (even though that is in August) and planned to give it to him on the day of the game.  That ended up not happening and I  gave it to him a few days earlier.  He LOVED it.  His shirt had our new star “Coutinho – 10″ on the back.  I also got myself a new jersey with my favourite player ”Agger – 5″.


A few more days after that, the training session turned into an open session and tickets went on sale with all proceeds going to charity.  We got 2 more tickets; one for #boyfie’s dad and his best mate.  The training session was the day before the game and I managed to find #boyfie’s dad while I was lining up to go in.  #boyfie and his  buddy were running late so it was up to his dad and I to find good seats.  We ended up on a wing side, right near a corner.  Not many people has crowded around us yet so it gave us a moment to relax and for me to set up my camera.


Fast forwarding to when the players came out; I think they would have been expecting a decent sized crowd but not the reception they actually got.  Fifteen to twenty thousand people showed up just to watch a football squad train.  It was insane.  I was a little teary when they came out but tried to get some decent shots.  (I really need to get a good zoom lens for my Canon.  I was running an 18-55mm lens and a 55-200 lens and it was just that little bit too short.  If I had a lens of 70-300 I would have got some more decent shots… Back to the story)


I decided to get my merchandise while the training session was on, so I wouldn’t have to wait in the crowds tomorrow.  We had already passed some stands outside in which I got our match programs and a tour scarves.  I did however, want a jumper if possible.  When I got to the shop, there were people everywhere.  I found the jumpers and what I expected was a reality.  No small sizes.  JOY!  However, they did have youth sizes left.  I tried on a large and wait for it… YAY, it fitted.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t any cheaper but I still wanted one.  I ended up with a jumper, t-shirt and beanie for an amount in which I cannot remember but probably too much. Where I has purchased the scarves and match programs, they had these amazing flat peaked hats but I was indecisive about getting one.  Eventually I saw enough people walking around with them on for me to decide that I wanted one.  I asked #boyfie if he wanted one and he told me no, so out I raced and got my hat.  After that, he kept pinching it and wearing it.  I said I has asked if he wanted one but he kept saying no so I didn’t  bother.

The team ended up finishing training with a small sided match which happened at our end and then it was all over.  They clapped and thanked fans for coming out and left.  If tonight was a thrill, what was tomorrow going to be like when the stadium will be filled with 5-6 times more people?


Words cannot describe the feeling I had when I woke up on match day morning.  Excited just didn’t make the cut.  I’d had a count down at work from 10 days until the match and today read “Match Day :D”.  Ony a select few at work shared my excitement.

After work, I went home with a friend from work and went to dinner with her and her husband as they were going to the game as well.  I got changed and we set off to find a restaurant near the MCG so we wouldn’t be late. I was almost too excited to eat but I scoffed down some yummy Indian buttered chicken then we ventured outside and walked with the masses to the infamous MCG.


The crowds outside were insane.  People frolicking around everywhere.  Seas of red and specks of navy for the opposition.  I managed to get a platinum seat which was on level 2 at the Liverpool “Supporter End”.  Kick off was nearing and I finally found my seat.  Smack bang in the middle of a row, completely already filled with people.  As my knee was still not diagnosed, lateral movement was still an issue.  I tried so shuffle across the best I could but I still ended up twisting it when I accidentally stood on someone’s foot because they wouldn’t move.  I was in a lot of pain but tonight was going to be one night I wasn’t going to forget and it wasn’t going to be due to a painful knee.  Liverpool Football Club.  In MELBOURNE. I had a ticket and it was going to be the best night of my life!

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#boyfie and his dad were in another section and honestly I was wishing that I could be with him to share this experience but it was okay.  I knew he would be excited.  Maybe even more excited than I was.  We would be able to discuss this experience of a lifetime for many weeks, months or even years after the final whistle.

The suspense was finally lifted when the song began to play.  “You’ll Never Walk Alone”.  This is a club tradition.  It is played before every home game at Anfield and that stadium holds around 45,500 people.  Imagine 40,000 plus people singing that, in tune, perfectly, word for word. Now that is in your head, imagine double that number. 95,446 people attended the game and I believe there was not one single Liverpudlian with a hushed voice.  The song boomed around the MCG with a sea of red banners and scarves lifted in the air.  Half of Melbourne would have been able to hear us and that’s what we wanted.


The starting line up was announced and I was so disappointed Daniel Agger wasn’t starting.  I’d been waiting to see him play and Rodger’s has sidelined him.  I could only hope that because it was a friendly, more than 3 substitutions would be made.

Melbourne Victory held their own for the first ten minutes but a simple mistake cost them.  Liverpool pounced and dominated after that.  Steven Gerrard popped the first goal (36th minute) into the top corner and the lead 1-0 going into the second half.  I tried to snap some photos during the game but I didn’t want to miss anything so I ended up putting my camera away and soaking in the atmosphere.

During the first half, #boyfie sent me a text saying there was a free seat next to him and his dad, if I wanted to move next to them.  There was also a spare seat next to me but not 2 seats so  his dad could sit there.  I took advantage of people moving around at half time to shuffle through fewer people and hobble across to where they were sitting.  Their seats may have not been as comfortable as mine but they view of the game was just as good.  The night was ALMOST complete now.  I was sitting with him and we could watch our “Reds” together.  The only thing that would make it perfect was my favourite player being substituted on.


At the 70th minute mark, the score was still 1-0 to Liverpool and Brendan Rodgers (the coach) made the call.   Almost the entire team was substituted.  My night was made complete with Agger being subbed on.  I beamed at #boyfie and he smiled.  I was beyond happy.


The game went into extra time and that saw Luis Suarez put through a cross for Iago Aspas and he slotted home the shot for a 2-0 lead at the 93 minute.  That sealed the win.

The only thing that will top this night will be watching a Liverpool match at Anfield.  That will happen.  It won’t be tomorrow and probably wont be next month but it will happen.

You’ll Never Walk Alone,

C. x

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“Run the Rock” Results

 It’s been a while since you guys have seen a fitness update and monthly running challenge; 8 months actually.  The last running challenge I did was in March and I didn’t even post my results.  I don’t have them anymore so I can’t tell you what they were.  I haven’t even posted my results for the Cancer Council Run the Rock fun run, back in April.  Let’s start with that shall we?

 As you can read in my previous post, I am nursing a suspected ACL tear. (It’s not fun, at all. What is more frustrating is my ability to do almost everything normally but still being no clearer on an actual factual diagnosis.)  This incident happened on Friday the 12th April.  My running event was on the (insert date).  There was no chance that I was running the 19km race anymore.  The physio had already ruled that out.  He had given me some hope that I’d be able to run in the 10km race though! *YAY*  I went and saw him a week later and he told me it was my call on the event but if it was him, he wouldn’t even participate anymore.  Well, I couldn’t do that.   People had sponsored me to run in the event so I had to partake, even if I crawled across the finish line.  I made the best decision I could and organized to run/walk in the 5km event.  If my knee gave way, at least I could hobble across the line.

 A few days before the event, this arrived!  An official Cancer Council running shirt.  I wasn’t going to wear it at the event as I would get too hot but I wanted one to show that I supported the cause.  You could also buy Run the Rock tees as well, which I ordered and picked up on the day.   I wanted a memory of my first official fun run (pity it wasn’t what I planned, but hey, I did it!).


Event day comes around and there are people everywhere. I got there just before my official event (19km) was about to start so I could tell them that I needed to change events.  This meant I was an hour early but that didn’t matter.  I watched the kids 2km fun run around the race track and made sure my knee was supported as it could be.  I was getting nervous because I didn’t know how my knee would hold up.  The announcement was made a sea of people flooded the starting area.  It was a tad chilly but I knew within a few minutes of running I would be warm.  In these few moments, I realised I’d cleaned up my phone and I had no music whatsoever on my phone.  BLANK. GONE! I didn’t panic but I knew I needed something playing in my ears to get me in the right frame of mine.  I live streamed through the Music Hub app on my Samsung S3 and we were in business.  I’d worry about my downloads when I’d finished.

 Blood pumped hard when the starting gun went and it took a while for the people in front of me to move.  I found my way to the fence where there was a clear run.  I shot through and off I went.  The first 2 kms were good.  I had a good pace and I was happy with the way things were panning out, I was making good time.  Just before the 3km mark, I spotted a bloke, looking exhausted and he’d just started walking.  As I passed him, I tapped his shoulder, smiled and said, C’mon mate, you can do it.’  With that, he started running again.  We were all in this together.   Between 3km-4km there was a section of asphalt that spanned around 300M.  Injury free, I shouldn’t really be running on it because it’s really harsh on my joints; so running on it then (with what I know now is a ACL tear) was not really a good idea either.  I made about 100M of it and my knee started to hurt.  I had walked almost the rest of it when I felt a tap on my shoulder.  That same guy I’d inspired smiled at me this time and said C’mon, it’s not far now!’.  With that, I was back on the grass and almost at the 4km mark.  I switched back into my groove and found  the rhythm of my run.  The last kilometre was filled with people cheering on the runners and I knew this was my break to try make a good time.  I spotted a girl in front of me and said, catch her.  I did.  Repeat.  Kids were stretching their hands out, waiting for high fives and laughing.  Why not I said.  For about 100M I high-fived as many kids as I could.  It was amazing.  No one from my family could make the race, so seeing there smiling faces was almost as good.  With about 300M to go until the finish line, I picked my pace and just focused on the end,  I could see the time and I knew it was going to be close to a PB.  It was quite there but it was a decent effort with an injured leg.  I pushed my body over the line and it was over.  I’d done it and I was so proud of myself.  Water, electrolytes and carbs were handed out at the finish line,

 I had timed it on my phone but I knew it would be a few seconds out.  I’d have to wait for my official time.



 I had finished in the top 20 of my age group which was an excellent result for me.  The goal now is to get fit and healthy again for this year’s event and hopefully I can try running the 19km race again.

  I’m trying really hard to get back into it but the unknown diagnosis on my knee is keeping me a little disheartened.  I have tried to go back to football a few times but there is no improvement in my knee.  I need to block out the thoughts of hurting it badly every time I run.  Running in a straight, forward movement shouldn’t have any issues.  It’s keeping motivated to go every day, that is my issue.

 My goal this year is to work as hard as I can on getting my fitness back and power through my physio once I have my operation.  I want to get back to competitive sport; whether that is football, hockey or more running events. I have also taken up another endeavor which will be included in another post! (Finding all sorts of things to post about now! Hopefully I can keep it up!)


Just keep swimming motivated, that’s what I have to keep telling my brain and my heart will do the rest.

 C. x

Another Catch Up Session!

Wow guys, I feel like I’ve let my web family down with not posting over the last half a year!! So many things have happened and I haven’t kept anyone up to date (apart from those who exist physically in my life and can see the changes themselves!)  Lets go back and look at the last real post I did, without backdating the posts.  It was around April because I was keeping you guys entertained with my trip to Europe.  That was so much fun and now, I’ve finally posted all of my Contiki trip down – minus a few things I missed like Pisa and the Vatican – I  might get around to those one day.


So, what’s happened while I’ve been gone and what do I need to give you updates on? SO MUCH THAT IT COULD TAKE ANOTHER 8 MONTHS TO TELL YOU! However, I don’t want to be away from blogging that long again so I will cut out all the boring bits and move on.  How about I try and put them in some kind of order.

While I was posting about my Europe trip, I was training with my new football club and everything was going great guns.  I scored a few times in practice matches and I was starting to feeling comfortable with a new team.  I was running almost everyday to keep up my fitness (not only for football  but for the Cancer Council 19km run I had signed up to do) and I could see all that was good in life.  My first official match was  the 12th April; a Friday night game at home, in Eltham.  Managed to gain a spot in the starting 11 and I felt confident in myself and my team that we could take home the three point.  About 20 minutes in, it was still 0-0 and I got an excellent through ball from the keeper.  Sprinting down the wing, I took on their defender and she challenged me.  The tackle was hard but fair and I went down.


I was in excruciating pain and in fear that I had retorn the ligament (that I’d previously injured) in my knee.  I got helped off the field and given ice for my knee straight away.  Even though I was in so much pain, the thought of not playing football again hurt even more.  I had to drive home because not one else was there to watch me.   Once I was home, I googled as many physio’s that were open on Saturday’s as I could.  I couldn’t afford to leave it for 3 weeks before I got help, again.  I hobbled into the physio Saturday afternoon and he got me walking almost normal without limping.  He told me that he thought it was just a strain and that I’d be out 5-6 weeks a max. I was so happy that could have cried.  I hadn’t reinjured my lateral ligament and my football playing days weren’t over.

I spent the next 6 weeks doing physio exercise and no running/football.  The pain weakened but never left.  I could not full contract my knee as I had sharp pains in the front.  Eventually after several physio sessions, he eventually referred me to get an MRI scan.  9 weeks on and I still had no idea what was wrong with my knee.  I got the MRI and the phyiso called me a day or so after to let me know the report. Suspected full tear of the anterior crutiate ligament and definite tear of the meniscus.

The ACL is the main ligament that runs through the centre of your knee and gives your knee stability (along with you posterier cruitate ligament, PCL)  Really the only thing that could have been worse, was that it wasn’t suspected, it was definiate.   The tear in my meniscus (cartlidge) is probably the cause of my pain as in is in the front left of my cartlidge.  My heart sank and I just cried.  It was worse that I expected and really didn’t have any hope that I would play football for the next year, at least.


Eight months later and I am stlil no clearer on what is wrong with my knee.  I have seen a physio, 2 specialists and a surgeon and they all are not 100% sure on whether my ACL is torn.  MY MRI scans are apparently not clear enough.  All accounts sound like a typical ACL tear but the fact that I now don’t have huge instability in my knee, I can wear high heels all day (heheheh proobably shouldn’t be) and I am trying to get motiated to run about 5km every few days isn’t convincing anyone.  I have been put on the public waiting list for an arthriscope +/- meniscal repair +/- acl reconstruction.  My letter said I was a category B, desirable to have it operated on within 90 days.  I still haven’t seen an official date and its now past the 90 day period.

My second update for you guys is… I HAVE A NEW JOB and HAVE ALREADY HAD A PROMOTION!  Well, it’s new for you guys but I’ve been there for about 6 months now.  What happened to my old job, I hear you ask?  Well, I  can’t go into the full ins and outs of what happened but in a nut shell, I was made redundant.  It was a long time coming at that company and probably the best outcome, looking back now.  This happened towards the end of April and I job searched for about 2 months and enjoyed spending some of my pay out package on shoes and clothes!


So, how did I land this job?  My previous boss told me about a job going at his wife’s work and he thought I would be really good at it.  I kept the job in the back of my mind, in case my job search was not going as successfully as I planned.  As I was exploring Seek and Career One for jobs, I gave this job more though.  It wasn’t originally what I was looking for (I was looking for PA/EA work as I had been a PA for the last 5 years) but a change is always good.  The job was a multi tasking role within a big project that the company had acquired.  It’s main focus on was analyzing data and creating future plans for each branch of the project.  It was one a year project so I thought, why not try something new and have something else to add to your resume.  Between being told about the job originally and my thought of trying something new, it was about a 2 week period.  I had no idea on whether the job was still going and if they had even stopped searching for people.

I bit the bullet and called my old boss’s wife and had a chat to her about the job.  She told me they were doing interviews that day and the next day.  She also said that I would need to speak with the Project Manager to see if he was keen on interviewing me.  He happened to be in the office and she passed me on.   I spoke with him for a few minutes and asked whether he was still looking for people.  He told me that they had interviewed some people today.  I then asked him straight up if I could come in for an interview the next day, fearing that I may have acted too forward.  He agreed on a time and I sent through my resume.

Fast forward to the interview and everything went great.  Another gentleman was in on the interview with me and at the end of the interview asked me about my hobbies and interests.  The Project Manager asked me about my photography and I said I’m still learning and teaching myself but I really enjoy it.  The other guy took notice that I loved football (soccer) and asked if I followed any teams.  I questioned if he meant the EPL (English Premier League) and he said yes.  I replied with Liverpool.  He then turned to the project manager and said, ‘We don’t need to interview anyone else.’

I got sneaky a call from my old boss’s wife that night to say that it wasn’t confirmed I had the job but it was pretty close.

Welcome to Ricoh Australia.  I’ve moved from ye’ old sticky tape to photocopiers!

6 months down the track I have finally been granted the opportunity I had been waiting for since I got made redundant.  A opening in the project team saw some shuffling within the office and I was given the opportunity to become the Victorian State Manager’s Executive Assistant.  I was only in the position for about 2 weeks before we went on our Christmas break so it will be a test in the new year to see how I go.  Hopefully I can keep you updated!

The only pain in the bum thing is travelling to Port Melbourne every day.   The train ride in is just over an hour long and then I catch a connecting bus which takes about 15 minutes.

The final piece on information that I probably need to update you on is the #cuteboy situation.   Last time I posted about him, we were just chilling and getting to know each other.  Let’s just end this with, its now #boyfie. <3

It’s been way too long,
C. x


P.s. I am going to post my fitness updates and results on my Cancer Council run in a different entry.  I don’t want to bore you guys too much! ;)

Adventure-A-Day April – Excerpt Twenty Nine

*The Adventure Continues*

JUly 6th 2012

I woke and it was our last day of tour.  We didn’t have anything planned except for a long ride back to London, where there was dinner planned for any keen participants at The London Pub. We said good bye to those staying on in Amsterdam and those who were dropped off at the airport.  I was sad but excited about starting my own adventure.

It was a typical travel day with glorious landscapes and Arnie playing every time we needed to stop.

We arrived in London late in the afternoon (possibly even early evening!) and we played our tour song ‘So Good’  by B.O.B one more time.  I shed a tear because even though I hadn’t got on with a few of the group, I had spent the last 30 days with them and some of them had become quite good friends of mine.

It was at this point, Cindy (our TM) made the annoucement that we were her first ever tour and that we would always hold a special place in her heart.  That made  me smile and shed a few more tears but happy ones.

After dropping off my luggage at my hotel, I made my way back to The London Pub and had a few quite froffies to finish off a chapter in my 8 week adventure.

I was sad it had finished but glad because I knew what was happening next and it was going to be a blinder.

The adventure never really ends,
C. x


Adventure-A-Day April – Excerpt Twenty Eight

*The Adventure Continues*

July 5th 2012

Wow, did I feel like crap.  Crap is a complete an understatement.  The words to describe how I really left cannot be aired on this blog.

Not only did I get no sleep, I spent nearly all the hours away from the bar that night, in my room, throwing up.  I was seriously regretting drowning my sorrows.  I tried to make it down for breakfast but the smell of food made my stomach even more queezy.  I had trouble standing, sitting and even laying down.  Everything made me feel like I was going to be sick, even though I had nothing left in my stomach to throw up.

The entire first part of the day was spent with my walking around aimlessly, trying to find somewhere to try and feel better.  I ended up sitting on our balcony walkway, knees bought up to my chest and head resting on my knees, in the cold.  At least I was thinking about being cold, rather than thinking about feeling sick.

I stayed there for a while; people passed me on the walkway and I either ignored them or grunted.  I did not care on little bit.

Just after midday, I was able to shuffle around a little bit and muster up the courage to walk to the post office.  I needed to send things home as I still had 3 weeks worth of travelling and having excess luggage of 10kg+ was definitely going to be an issue.  I managed to cut down my suitcase by approx half, which gave me the max limit for my Haggis Tour, 15kg.  Off to the post office I walked and hoped these boxes got home safe.  They carried all my heels I’d bought so far (3 pairs) and a whole heap of other souvenirs.  After working out my own luggage and helping others with theirs, it was time for our afternoon canal cruise and dinner.

I hadn’t eaten all day which probably wasn’t a bad thing as I was still feeling pretty average.  The canal cruise was interesting and there some interesting stories on how houses were built leaning forward so you could winch furniture upstairs from the outside for 2 reasons. 1; the staircases were too skinny to fit the likes of a bed or couch and 2; The furniture didn’t smash into the house on its way up.  We also learnt that people used to pay tax on how many windows they had on their street front and that one person built his house one window wide so he didn’t have to pay excess tax.

Dinner was at an Asian Restaurant and I was still reluctant to eat something.  However, when they starting bringing out the food, my stomach quickly realized I was starving.  After about 5 courses, it was time to head out on the town for the last night of our tour.  I had no interest in drinking and neither did a few of the other girls from the night before, so we all decided to head into the Red Light District to get Lauren a tattoo on her foot.

The tattoo parlour was super cool and super clean.  I didn’t feel nervous for Lauren.  In fact, I think if I had been there 10 minutes longer than we were, I may have just come home with a tattoo too.  However that did not happen.  She got “There’s no place like home” on the top of her foot.  It did look pretty sweet.

After that, we cabbed it back to the hotel and went straight to bed.  No drinking and no partying.  I didn’t need a hangover on the last day of travel.

Last day tomorrow.  Stay tuned.
C. x

*To Be Continued*

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