Fat Runner : Tough Mudder : Starvation September

On Saturday I woke in a panic as per usual. I must stay, feeling jittery and on edge all the time is really really boring AND exhausting. But it was bootcamp day so off I went, shaky and all. I saw the WOD (workout of the day – I KNOW) and just felt beaten. There was no way. We started and Trainer Pete caught my eye and was all YEAH! as he likes to be, so naturally I burst into tears on him. Klassy.

I had a big sob and then went on to do the whole thing. Yeah, I know.

I’m a week in on Starvation September (I started on 30 August because I am THAT keen) and my GOD is my body cranky at me for taking away the lovely refined carbs.

It’s showing its anger by taking out my back on Sunday night. Now some would say that timing is a bit dubious, what with it being father’s day and all but out it went.

Monday was spent working on the floor on a yoga mat. Yesterday was spent on the floor with heat packs and doing the gentle exercises I’m meant to do. There was a trip to the GP where I procured more Celebrex – yes, totally getting in touch with my inner geriatric.

Then, at around 6:30 last night, it set. Like concrete.

Back pain and tooth-ache are in the same family as far as I’m concerned – excruciating and debilitating. The only way back trumps tooth is that it physically incapacitates you as well. Life with four kids and not being able to bend, sit, pick things up, move is god awful.

At 3am this morning I woke from the pain. Poor Chef, if his wife isn’t going batshit crazy she’s whinging about her back. Off to the hospital we went where a jab in the arse with a strong anti-inflammatory, some panadeine forte (sweet sweet codeine) and endone (sweet sweet morphine derivative) meant I could move with pain sitting at around 6 rather than eleventy gagillion out of 10.

We got home just in time to get Oscar up for school and then all the rest of them.


I refuse to accept this could put me out of the running of completing Tough Mudder. Refuse.

Hilariously, my team-mate Bronwyn has just been told she is so anaemic she’s beyond a shot of iron or supplement but will probably need an infusion and has to see a haematologist.

What a fine pair we make.



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  • FECK. I can’t do anything except commiserate. My back has been agony since bootcamp on Saturday morning too although for some strange reason I decided to be brave and not take the good drugs until I found myself unable to move on Saturday night. And bitter irony, all I want to do is RUN…… I am seeing an awesome physio (frenchs forest) and he reckons I might still be able to run the 9km bridge run in less than two weeks but has told me no more bootcamp for a few weeks, apparently not having a core means my hip flexors do all the work and have suddenly gone on strike! I really hope your back comes back to the party and my hip flexors chill out! SOON!
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    • I think your hips and my hips might be in cahoots.

  • Groan… I’m in week 1.5 of Hunger Hell (I nearly broke my neck trying to lean off the scales to change the scary number – its so much worse with decimal points too…). So I feel your pain in both ways because I dislocated my shoulder when I fell over a rock while running (I need to watch where I’m going). Endone = true love.

    Anyway, on to less whingey stuff! I saw a few pics you’d popped on Instagram of healthy things. They looked bloody good, and that’s coming from someone with an addiction to bread and pasta.

    Any chance you could post a few of your delish combos when you feel up to it? I’m running out of inspiration and if I eat another Greek salad I’ll actually spew. Olives do not taste good on the way back up.

    Keep on keeping on – I’m right there with you, in all ways. Valium and Xanax, Endone and starvation. If only panic attacks made you lose weight – I’d be a goddamn goddess!

    Hope your back heals soon. More Endone!!

    • Yes – am planning on doing so – I’m from the school ‘you can’t make friends with salad’ so am struggling. Hard. I know it just has to be uber tough for September and/or until my blood sugar levels are back in the normal range and then I don’t need to be as militant. But…

      • Yep, it’s the “but”… Can’t wait to read the recipes. And now I have “you can’t make friends with salad” in my head, as sung by the Big Brother household while dancing in a conga line. And now I’ve revealed myself as a BB watcher. Shut up now, Clare.

        • I can’t abide by the BB thing – it’s on in this house because I have a 12-year old. It just …

  • Alex

    Feel free to file this in the ass-vice section, but would you be able to do some gentle swimming to ease your back muscles … in all that spare time you have of course, when you are not painting your toe nails as a pool boy waves a palm frond over you with a cocktail in hand. :o)

    • Not assvice at all – what I would GIVE to get into a pool. You’ve reminded me. Must try to get to the aquatic centre

  • I hope you feel better now! Although the image of you doing all your work on a yoga mat does make me laugh. xx
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  • Kim, your wonderful way with words turns a shit couple of days for you into an pleasurable reading experience for me. So gifted. 🙂 xx
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  • Paola

    I share Rachel’s feeling. Your writing makes awful things bearable. Of course, you get the awful part while we just read … and that stinks. But you have gorgeous words and a wonderful way to put them together. So thank you always.

  • Ooach!!! Agreed! Pool is the best thing! And starvation September… This is a new one I haven’t heard before? X
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