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The Bunbury experience

by Cellobella on Thursday, May 23, 2013 · 0 comments

So last weekend was the weekend of the Bunbury Regatta – the first regatta in the Rowing WA calendar.

UWA Rowing decided to hold a camp – for the purposes of bonding primarily with a bit of a training day on the side.

It was well planned. Food was to be shoved down teenage throats to avoid alcohol overload. We were going to discuss goals, meet some of the other people who you normally don’t row with, staying at some cottages near Wellington Dam. Sounded fun. The masters women sounded keen on Bunbury. I paid my money.

Unfortunately they were keen on racing. Not keen on a camp out with a bunch of uni students. I was on my own.

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The campfire was seriously good.

Luckily a couple of the masters men came down so I wasn’t the only old person there… well I was still at least 10 years older than the masters men but that’s better than 25 years older no?

The plan didn’t quite work out. The captain’s car – which contained the food – broke down. People started drinking at 3pm and by 7pm were not in a good way.

Still it was a fun night and by 6.15am the next morning our camp was deserted. We were on our way to Bunbury.

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We were the first to arrive at about 7am. Cold, weary, some hungover, one blue.

This apparently is a record for UWA. We spread out on the foreshore. Unloaded boats. Rigged. Got coffee.

The rest of the Masters Women arrived around 8.15am. I had my posse back. Not that the younger set weren’t friendly. They were quite inclusive actually which was sweet of them.

Here are the Open Women.

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Here are the Novice Women – who did really well.

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Our squad was in three races… a coxed 8 – which we didn’t disgrace ourselves in but lets say there is room for improvement. And two coxed quads. Again room for improvement although our A-team nearly won their race.

I was tossing up whether to stay on the next night… but one of our squad was keen. It will show we want to be part of the club and not separate, she said. I stayed.

Unfortunately the bad behaviour from the night before caught up with us which meant the big “jungle” party where people were going to be cable tied together in order to force mingling between the groups was cancelled.  Thank goodness!

In our chalet we played Smoke or Fire – a ridiculous drinking card game.

My recommendation, should someone suggest it to you, is to politely but firmly decline.

I didn’t.

This is our cabin.

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Kangaroos were very tame. One was seen holding a lollipop the morning before.

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Breakfast was barbecue bacon and eggs. I should have passed on the bacon.

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Overall it was worth going I think. A few more faces and names are familiar now. I feel more bonded with the club. And hanging out with young people does make you feel young, perhaps providing balance to the time I spend in the bridge club not hanging out with young people.

I really enjoyed the regatta.

And I think I want one of those onesies…

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Week 3 – a bit patchy

by Cellobella on Friday, May 17, 2013 · 1 comment

UWA Boatshed

An early update as I am going to Bunbury for a rowing regatta – lets hope the conditions are as perfect as they were last Sunday!

Sunday – cycled to rowing and back, rowing.
Monday – nuffing
Tuesday – rowing and then a short erg session in the evening
Wednesday – 1 x video (with my daughter) – the fatblasting one.
Thursday – nuffing!
Friday – rowing, walked to train
Saturday – I’ll be rowing in two races I think.

Have flannel shirt and ugg boots – I am ready for Bunbury.

On a technical front – I’m feeling a bit meh about my rowing.

Couldn’t get the legs right, now can’t get the arms right. Crabbed badly today and now my boob hurts where the oar struck it.

Sigh.

Maybe just a bad day…

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Update 2 – Promise I will be more interesting soon

by Cellobella on Saturday, May 11, 2013 · 1 comment

Crumbs it’s dull isn’t it – all this exercise posting… well interwebs sorry… but you did agree to keep me on the straight and narrow.

Well maybe not agree exactly – but you didn’t say no.

This week:

Sunday – social row in a quad
Monday – 3 x 10 min videos (arms with newly purchased weights, pilates and fatblaster)
Tuesday – Training row
Wednesday – nada
Thursday – 3 x 10 min videos (full body, butt workout, scupted arms)
Friday – nothing – very bad but I played bridge the night before and slept badly
Saturday – social row in an 8

So two days with nothing and no cycling although on the cycling front I did pick up a great bike rake for the car from a fellow rower who was looking to get it out of his boot! Win.

Slipping a bit on the old exercise front but next week is another week… Go me.

As far as the videos go I am finding more and more on the internet. Sometimes the person is just too thin and perky for me to cope with, but mostly I find them to be good and even though I say I’m only going to do one, I always get to the end and go… ooooh that looks good maybe I’ll just do one more.

So if you struggle with doing exercise maybe try one of the videos. You might surprise yourself.

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Update on the first week

by Cellobella on Saturday, May 4, 2013 · 1 comment

Right for those who’ve just tuned in here is my plan:

  1. Cycle to rowing 1-2 times a week
  2. Row 3 or 4 times a week
  3. Do ten minute youtube exercise video on other days

So in the interest in engaging the interweb gods… here’s this week’s exercise:

  1. Sunday – race at Mettam Head Race (5 k race and about 5 k paddling – we came 3rd)
  2. Monday – SLACKED OFF – things weren’t looking good for The Plan
  3. Tuesday – rowing training
  4. Wednesday – 2×10-minute video (arms and yoga) Partly to make up for Monday
  5. Thursday – 1×10 minute video (legs)
  6. Friday – rowing training
  7. Saturday – rowing cancelled but I cycled to Nedlands and back for bridge game.

Overall – thank you.

Putting it out there working so far.

Also new bike (newer bike loaned to me by kind friends) with better gears working out well. Did I tell you I changed the inner tube by myself? Just me, an inner tube, a spoon and this video.

And tip from cyclist at work to ride down Princess Road rather than Stirling Hwy is great. No traffic lights, and fewer cars.

Still waiting for my fit and cut body.

Must stop eating chocolate peanuts.

Sorry? Is that the pizza arriving? Gotta go!

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Stress dreams

by Cellobella on Monday, April 29, 2013 · 3 comments

Do you ever have stress dreams?

Apparently a common one is not being able to find your locker/classroom at school which relates to feeling uncertain about your career… apparently.

I’ve worked in radio for a long time and usually my stress dream goes like this…

I get into the studio and I have to present a program and I have nothing to say.

No interview to go to.

There are no CDs in the system.

Our electronic playout system doesn’t work.

I just have to talk and I have nothing.

Well I had a new stress dream Saturday night. The night before our race.

I dreamed I couldn’t find my white singlet.

All I could find was a frilly white shirt. Clearly not very sporty.

Frilly white top

It was very stressful in the dream but in the cold light of day… a little tragic.

But I wonder what it means…

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The fat bonus

by Cellobella on Sunday, April 28, 2013 · 2 comments

UWABC Masters Women Quad

First of all – we survived the race. I know you were wondering.

One crab, one almost crab, one collision, one stop and one fin later.

It was a beautiful day on the Canning River and I think we all felt great that we’d finished and not disgraced ourselves.

Next time we’ll be in zooties – those most unattractive garments – which, unless you are an Olympian – just don’t do much for the figure.

There will be no photos below head and shoulders whilst I am wearing a zootie. That’s what secret groups on facebook are for.

Anyway as discussed yesterday, there is some way to go to improve my fitness but that hasn’t stopped me invoking a “fat bonus” every time I make a food decision.

Do I really want that chocolate? Hey… I exercised this morning….

Hmmm that was delicious… seconds? Why not! I went rowing today.

Dessert? You don’t even need to ask.

Problem is I’ve spent my “fat bonus” two or three times.

And I suspect it isn’t that big a bonus anyway.

Sigh.

UPDATE: We came third in our class WE4X+ (out of 6). Yay.

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If I put it online will that mean I do it?

by Cellobella on Saturday, April 27, 2013 · 1 comment

Sunrise from Matilda Bay

Ahhhhh see this is why I get up early in the morning on a Saturday to go rowing.

So beautiful.

And today I rode my bike. Well Evan’s bike but he’s got lots and the gears aren’t so great on this one so he doesn’t miss it (I hope).

I got up at 6am. And left the house around 6.15 with my brand new Moon lights on and the wind on my face.

Well there wasn’t much wind, it was the speed of my pedalling.

(that was a little joke)

It took me about 35 minutes to get to the UWA Boatshed and I was surprised to see so many cars in the carpark.

Damn it! I thought I’d missed rowing altogether. That everyone had showed up and gone out, locking the shed behind them.

I checked my phone and it was 6.50. Yay. So I took the shot above.

Coming back was a bit more of a struggle.

Scary too. People in their big 4WDs and trucks!!! A truck beeped at me as I wobbled up the last hill and scared me into wobbling more. Yikes.

Also I was tired.

But I imagined my cut body. Fit from riding to rowing and rowing and riding from rowing. This will get easier each time I do it I said to myself as I reached the crest of the last hill.

Anyway this is my plan – and I’m hoping by declaring my hand on the interwebs Ii will be honour bound to follow true.

(even though this has never worked in the past… you never know)

So I row 3 or 4 times a week.

I will ride to rowing 1 or 2 times a week.

And on the days inbetween I’m going to make sure I at least do one ten-minute video from PopSugar.

Now how hard can that be?

*Famous last words*

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Forced fun

by Cellobella on Thursday, April 25, 2013 · 1 comment

Egg timer at art night

The other night we hung out with young people.

When I say young I’m guessing early 30s to mid 20s.

The Groover works with a couple and it was their home we went to.

We made art, and played pictionary… as a warm up of course.

Totally fun.

And I didn’t feel that old

Maybe hanging out with younger people makes you feel young.

I suspect our hostess would have appreciated my Christmas activities.

She calls it “forced fun”.

You know, where you organise activities – games, painting Easter eggs, painting, tie-dying teeshirts (which we’ve TOTALLY got to do for Christmas one year)…

I just call that awesome.

we survived our first race

Speaking of hanging out with young people.

I competed in my first ever rowing race the other weekend. That photo above is post race. As you can see I survived.

I was in a boat with four under-26ers, and four masters women (aged 28 – pictured, 33, moi and 53).

We get to the line, the whistle goes and the four open women go nuts!

Seriously fast.

We’ve not done more than 20 strokes in a row at that pace and we’ve got SIX KILOMETRES to go.

I thought I might die.

My strategy was to hang on and try not to crab. (get the oar caught)

Do you remember that episode of The Goodies where they are trying to make cricket interesting and they get out these ACME power boots which make their feet move fast (all the cricketers are super old)?

I felt like I was in a ACME Rowing Machine.

(here’s the link – the boots make an appearance around the 4 minute mark)

Meantime I hear there are sharks in the Swan River… I suspect our time this weekend will be fast.

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Economic squeeze

by Cellobella on Monday, April 22, 2013 · 2 comments

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A couple of months ago I noticed a 20 cent coin had been glued to the steps leading to Cottesloe Train Station.

Watching people stoop to pick it up no doubt provided endless enjoyment for the folk working in the overlooking offices, and possibly for the observant on the platform as well.

Today it is gone.

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Times are tight.

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Putting things in perspective

by Cellobella on Sunday, February 24, 2013 · 2 comments

These shorts spell no sex for the rest of your life

So this weekend, my son is getting ready for his second year of college and University.

That’s not my son.

That’s his friend.

They went shopping yesterday to buy some clothes for my son who lets just say is “sartorially challenged”.

My son likes looking good, but has no idea and because of that (I think) opts out of worrying about it.

He’s resigned to not being trendy, or even being slightly well dressed.

And yet, I know he likes looking good.

He came back with new shorts, new boardies, new shoes.

And then went through his clothes and items were allowed to be packed only if they passed inspection.

The shorts pictured were rejected.

This morning I listened to part 1 and part 2 of Harper High School on This American Life.

At this school all the kids are part of gangs.  They don’t get a choice.  The gang they are in is dictated by where they live.

To not be in a gang means never to leave the house.  Never to have friends.

Last year 29 current and recent students of this school were shot.

Not at the school – that might have made the news – in the neighbourhood.  One on the porch while talking to a friend.  The friend’s brother on the pavement also got shot.  He was in a wheelchair, paralysed in an earlier shooting.

And look at the people who work at this school –  all so young – you listen to their stories and they care so much.

I can’t stop thinking about them.

I feel like I live in a parallel universe from Harper High School.  (and they are by no means an isolated case)

The  fears I have for my children – will they make friends, will they study, will they get jobs, will they wear the right shorts – all seem small.

I am, we are, so lucky.

And I want to do something to help, but part of me is angry.

Angry that the most wealthy country in the world can’t sort this out!

How can they let this even exist?

How can they spend money on the military “saving other countries” and not spend it on saving their own society?

Why is it that 15 year olds can sit around discussing where they get handguns from and how much they cost?

It shocks me to the core of my white middle class existence half a world away.

I know we have tough schools in Australia.

Schools where “going into Lockdown” is a relatively frequent occurance.  Where principals stand outside the gates in a high vis vest ready to protect their students as best they can.

At least they don’t have to face guns.

Lecture over.  Class dismissed.  Getting off my soap box now.