🐘 Determination and Jungle Grit
Week 3 is one completed by sheer determination. The jungle was attacked, noxious weeds removed, and Pilates threaded in between—each class reminding the body it’s earned its age. The concert added a shuffle to the schedule, but the arc still lands.
🩷 Bounce Logic and Bra Audit
It’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and the “Show Us Your Tits” girls are out there doing the mahi—fundraising, empowering, and reminding us that bounce control isn’t just cosmetic.
For me, it’s a good sports bra. No black eyes from boob bounce, thanks.
Some bras require a full yoga warm-up just to get into—twist, shimmy, breathe, repeat. Others are more traditional. I go for what’s fast, comfortable, and functional.
A lacy bra? Absolutely not. That’s a decorative trap for anyone who’s not built like a stick insect.
🦵 Leggings Rebellion and Pocket Logic
Mid-stride, the tights slid. Cue the “pull up your pants” shuffle—complex enough for a little elephant, let alone a sweaty human threading a run between Pilates twinges and concert seats.
First pair? Probably aging. Swapped to my trusted ones. But what do you know—Lorna Jane betrayed me too.
Maybe it’s a good sign my Covid baby’s shrinking, but more likely it’s my phone dragging the waistband south.
🎽 Running Belt Advice
If your tights don’t have decent pockets, or if they’re staging a mid-run mutiny, get yourself a running belt.
Mine was a freebie from an event race years ago—just enough room for a phone, keys, and maybe an eftpos card.
If it doesn’t fit those, it doesn’t cut the mustard.
There are other options—arm bands, clip-ons—but for me, the belt wins. Easy to put on, no yoga warm-up required, and it keeps the bounce and the slide under control.
🧱 Foundations and Soul-Preserving Cadence
This isn’t the lamppost shuffle. I’m doing Couch to 5K— week 3 slow, sweaty, and stitched with stubborn joy.
And while it’s called “Couch to 5K,” I’ve never hit some mythical pace for 30 minutes straight. That’s not the goal.
What is the goal? A 30-minute jog. Non-stop. I’ve done it before. I know the run-walk rhythm will get me there.
I don’t need someone shouting at me. I need calm encouragement—less soul-destroying, more soul-preserving.
When you know you’re not breaking land speed records, you don’t need your confidence crushed at the same time.
🗺️ Detour Logic and Mission Mode
Hit a detour this week—one of my favoured routes threw up a hill and an unknown path ahead.
Didn’t fancy running into mystery terrain mid-stride, so I turned back earlier than planned.
Extended the run in a direction less hilly, more familiar. The cadence held.
No, your detours aren’t going to stop me now. I’m on a mission. This is one determined nanny.
🏖️ Beach Reward and Seasonal Recalibration
The beach portion always feels like a small reward—soft sand, familiar rhythm, and the quiet satisfaction of reaching that stretch.
I always incorporate some part of the run to the beach. It’s mapped into the cadence now.
And yes, the lily white legs are coming out. We might be moving to shorts soon.
I’ve got pocket shorts—refusal-coded gear logic intact—but still a few pairs without.
There’ll be a flash when the sun hits them, no doubt. Saving that reveal for a sunny day with fewer people around.
These legs take a while to tan up, and I’m not looking to blind anyone mid-stride.
Even when the gear rebels and the path shifts, I find my rhythm.
Be the star of your own story.
