In approximately 1 month's time, I'll run my first ever ultra marathon... 60km. Here's what I'm doing to get there. As always, I hope you find in my path, even one valuable tool for carving out yours.
Three key habits have built the foundation for where I am today: the fittest I’ve ever been. The most mentally strong. More comfortable in my own shoes and in the direction I’m walking. Nutrition is the third and final component - mostly because I was a lazy vegetarian for FAR too long.
There are countless facets to true health and wellbeing that we overlook. Here's a peek into the REAL habits and shifts that have truly transformed my own wellbeing both mentally and physically.
Ever over-planned a holiday to the point where you're exhausted on the flight home? Ever said good bye to routine entirely, and spent weeks moaning, groaning and announcing "where you'd rather be" on your return? Me too. This holiday, I was determined to do things differently.
If you've been following my Instagram, you'll know that I was recently struck by the inter-seasonal flu. I use the term 'struck' quite intentionally: it really was that devastating for me. The good news is, it's set me on a newly-inspired path towards health and wellness for Spring.
Heading back to Melbourne from #NZFW, it appears life isn't about to slow down anytime soon. Getting back into routine as soon as possible (especially after travel) is pertinent. Here's how I'm doing it.
By Day Two, I've already reached the point I always do at Fashion Week. The one where I wonder why I'm here and if it really fits with who I am at all. Soon enough, something always spurs my why. This time, it's Aurai Swimwear and Salty Sea.
It’s one of those rare, calm days here in Wellington city. I’ve taken to the waterfront, as I often do, for a little break from my laptop screen. It’s Monday. It’s the 18th of September. Like the bay, I am content. As I wander, Siri documents my words. I look odd to the scattering of people whom I pass and yet, it doesn’t faze me. It is far more satisfying to adjourn with fresh air than it is with a blank Pages document. Fortunately I talk much the way I write anyway. More than talking, I find…
I remember the day I finally held myself accountable. It was sudden and unprecedented, like most encounters we’ll have with change. Not surprisingly, this turning point occurred in front of the mirror. I’d stopped and looked at myself, only to face a familiar discomfort with the opposing reflection. Nearing 16, I was well-informed of this prime I would enter in teenage-dom. They spoke of it as the do-all era. We’d stride through it encompassed by all but limitation. A sense of invincibility, this would be inevitable. The person I saw in the mirror – the girl who would embark these…