Plans

They don’t always go to plan do they?

I am a big one for making plans a-z and when it does not go the way I expect it to yes I can feel anything from annoyed to devastated. But c’est la vie!

For the first time in forever, I feel free to do what I want to do. How refreshing right? But really, think about it. I get to do what I want. Pull all my time, effort and heart into getting where I want to do with it. What if I fail? Who do I fail? Do I fail myself, everyone who supports me or worse-all of the above?

That is how I have been feeling for the past two months and I keep making excuses for myself, a little window to which I can say to myself “it’s okay you did not make it because of a,b,c,d etc.”.

That is what I thought a month ago. Now I know it is not okay to make excuses. I am going to give everything, my full, why not? I am not going to hold myself down anymore, I am going to get up!

I owe it to myself and everyone that supports me to give it my all.

This week’s challenge to myself is to make NO excuses. 

The poorly athlete

At first the thought of having a lie in is amazing but then having the constant fever, debating when you are ill enough to have a painkiller etc. Not so fun.


So the main question on the mind is when can I go back to training so I do not fall behind yet not go back too soon and make myself worse?

My first time lapse. I had to film it on my phone which was placed into my sports bra.

"You are my equal and my likeness”-Jane Eyre

"You are my equal and my likeness”-Jane Eyre

As long as women’s natural body hair is called disgusting and inappropriate while men’s isn’t, I am a feminist.
As long as I can’t watch TV without having to sit through multiple sexist comments or “jokes”, I am a feminist.
As long as women have to face the rational fear of being sexually assaulted every time they walk home past dark while men don’t, I am a feminist.
As long as misogyny exists in any country in this world, I am a feminist.
As long as women are being raped, then stoned to death or forced to marry their rapist, I am a feminist.
As long as companies promote men to manager when there are women who are equally as or better qualified, because they find that men look more authoritative, I am a feminist.
As long as women (her choice of clothes, her friendly nature, her weakness, her choice to drink alcohol) get blamed when men rape them, I am a feminist.
As long women’s opinions on online social networks are dismissed with phrases like “tits or gtfo”, “get back to the kitchen”, “are you pms’ing?”, I am a feminist.
As long as dressing like a woman is degrading for men and as long as men are insulted with phrases like “you throw like a woman”, clearly implying that being like a woman is shameful, I am a feminist.
As long as both men are women are expected to work, but taking care of children and the household are still largely considered a woman’s job, I am a feminist.
As long as boys and girls are treated differently, expected to act differently, and surrounded by different toys and colours from the day they are born, I am a feminist.
As long as topless women aren’t allowed in public unless they’re on the cover of a men’s magazine, I am a feminist.
As long as women who have sex frequently are generally told they are “sluts”, “lacking self-respect” and “lacking morals” by both men and women, while men who frequently have sex are “just being men” and it’s “natural for them”, I am a feminist.
As long as there are places where women have to pay more for health insurance than men, I am a feminist.
As long as men experience situations with equal gender representation as female-dominated, and don’t consider a group discussion equal unless there are significantly more men than women participants (as has been proven), I am a feminist.
As long as there are men who think it’s their wife or girlfriend’s duty to have sex with them whenever they want, I am a feminist.
As long as the word feminism (“the movement aimed at equal rights for women”) has a negative connotation, I am a feminist.
As long as misogynistic people exist, I am a feminist.

As long as women’s natural body hair is called disgusting and inappropriate while men’s isn’t, I am a feminist.

As long as I can’t watch TV without having to sit through multiple sexist comments or “jokes”, I am a feminist.

As long as women have to face the rational fear of being sexually assaulted every time they walk home past dark while men don’t, I am a feminist.

As long as misogyny exists in any country in this world, I am a feminist.

As long as women are being raped, then stoned to death or forced to marry their rapist, I am a feminist.

As long as companies promote men to manager when there are women who are equally as or better qualified, because they find that men look more authoritative, I am a feminist.

As long as women (her choice of clothes, her friendly nature, her weakness, her choice to drink alcohol) get blamed when men rape them, I am a feminist.

As long women’s opinions on online social networks are dismissed with phrases like “tits or gtfo”, “get back to the kitchen”, “are you pms’ing?”, I am a feminist.

As long as dressing like a woman is degrading for men and as long as men are insulted with phrases like “you throw like a woman”, clearly implying that being like a woman is shameful, I am a feminist.

As long as both men are women are expected to work, but taking care of children and the household are still largely considered a woman’s job, I am a feminist.

As long as boys and girls are treated differently, expected to act differently, and surrounded by different toys and colours from the day they are born, I am a feminist.

As long as topless women aren’t allowed in public unless they’re on the cover of a men’s magazine, I am a feminist.

As long as women who have sex frequently are generally told they are “sluts”, “lacking self-respect” and “lacking morals” by both men and women, while men who frequently have sex are “just being men” and it’s “natural for them”, I am a feminist.

As long as there are places where women have to pay more for health insurance than men, I am a feminist.

As long as men experience situations with equal gender representation as female-dominated, and don’t consider a group discussion equal unless there are significantly more men than women participants (as has been proven), I am a feminist.

As long as there are men who think it’s their wife or girlfriend’s duty to have sex with them whenever they want, I am a feminist.

As long as the word feminism (“the movement aimed at equal rights for women”) has a negative connotation, I am a feminist.

As long as misogynistic people exist, I am a feminist.

Post rowing, post coaching or post uni. This is basically me.
Chocolate teapot mode for around an hour. I do agree it is bad to rely on coffee as much as I seem to these days but it is have coffee..or get nothing done!

Post rowing, post coaching or post uni. This is basically me.

Chocolate teapot mode for around an hour. I do agree it is bad to rely on coffee as much as I seem to these days but it is have coffee..or get nothing done!

What has happened to the female body today? Media today depicts woman as being this ‘size zero’ waist, with large breasts and still a good bum. And ‘the gap’ which I am told is having your legs together yet having a visible gap at the top of your thighs. It all depends on your bones structure on if you can or cannot get the gap; depending on your pelvic girdle and muscle amounts ‘the gap’ can be impossible. Yet it is all the in the media; from magazines to music videos.
But why must be bombard ourselves and our young girls to this? Teenage girls look at their role models and see magazine covers of them looking perfect every time. It is no wonder why they have started developing eating disorders and are no longer confident in their own skin!
Sadly, I am currently seeing the result of this pressure put on young adults with one of the kids I coach. She is a healthy kid but has this constant need to be skinny and seems to not be happy until she reaches this goal of anorexic vanity. I worry for my girls (to whom I coach) as to what society asks of them. 
If we do not teach our youth of today that our bodies are beautiful as they are then who will? Certainly not the society we live in.
I guess all we can do is show them good role models, explain the photo shopping tricks and help them be happy in their skin.

What has happened to the female body today? Media today depicts woman as being this ‘size zero’ waist, with large breasts and still a good bum. And ‘the gap’ which I am told is having your legs together yet having a visible gap at the top of your thighs. It all depends on your bones structure on if you can or cannot get the gap; depending on your pelvic girdle and muscle amounts ‘the gap’ can be impossible. Yet it is all the in the media; from magazines to music videos.

But why must be bombard ourselves and our young girls to this? Teenage girls look at their role models and see magazine covers of them looking perfect every time. It is no wonder why they have started developing eating disorders and are no longer confident in their own skin!

Sadly, I am currently seeing the result of this pressure put on young adults with one of the kids I coach. She is a healthy kid but has this constant need to be skinny and seems to not be happy until she reaches this goal of anorexic vanity. I worry for my girls (to whom I coach) as to what society asks of them.

If we do not teach our youth of today that our bodies are beautiful as they are then who will? Certainly not the society we live in.

I guess all we can do is show them good role models, explain the photo shopping tricks and help them be happy in their skin.


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My class today

  • Me:

    So when you see the 4 year old boy pull the little girl's hair...

  • Students:

    He likes her!

  • Me:

    Now they are around 11 or 12 and he grabs her arm and wrestles her to the ground even though she calls him a jerk and yells at him to leave her alone.

  • Students:

    That is just how boys are.

  • Me:

    Now they are 18 and he grabs her arm and--

  • Students:

    Oh, that's not okay.

  • Me:

    Really? How would he know? How would she know? How would you know? You just told me that for the first 17 years of these children's lives that you thought it was cute, sweet, and natural for a boy to grab a girl and be rough with her.

  • Students:

    Oh.

  • Me:

    Oh, is right.

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    you froze

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