Friday, April 20, 2018

Bringing Back Lizzie



After 6 months of a tough new training regime, I’m ready to unveil my new look…




Photo cred to Lisa; Who took a photography class, with a certificate and everything. So how she managed not to capture my golden tan and ripped abs escapes me.

Last October I underwent open heart surgery for a congenital heart defect; what was essentially a piece of misplaced plumbing around my heart. I have to be honest, it was not much fun, I would not recommend it to you.

The diagnosis and surgery came as a huge relief though, after close to 8 years of increasingly frequent and serious symptoms while I was running, combined with no answers from my doctors as to what was the cause. This culminated in my collapse and sudden cardiac arrest at O-ringen last July. I would also would not recommend this experience, a solid 0/5 from me.


It’s been a long and tough journey, and although I’m much recovered and well on my way, there’s a bit to go yet. I can’t count or even name all of the people I am grateful to for getting me through so far; strangers, medical professionals, new friends, old friends, family. Words cannot express just how lucky and thankful I am for your continued support through this rollercoaster… for something as complicated as OHS, to as simple as a hug. Or something as life-saving as CPR to as ridiculous as a heart-related meme.

While maybe not as obvious, the mental mark left by all this is as big as the physical. But with focus and love, both will heal and fade with time. I do look forward to sharing my story, when the time is right (there are some funny, gross and awkward hospital stories that are too good to go to waste 😉). But for now, my focus is on healing. I’m enjoying getting to know my re-routed heart, gradually rebuilding trust and confidence in my body, and learning to run without fear for the first time in a long long time. 


The feeling of freedom is just indescribable.


See you out there soon.
Lizzie 2.0


Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Warm Weather Training.

(A.K.A. Shameless advertising of why you should visit New Zealand next Northern winter)

Prior to moving to Norway I was lucky enough to be given a fair bit of advice from down-under orienteers who have done the Europe move before me. Some are still in Europe, some are back home and settled  now. But, their opinions always agreed on two points:

  1.  It is a long, long, way from home.
  2.  You think you know what winter is. You don't.

Both have turned out to be very true, however forewarned is forearmed right? So when I booked my flight to Norway last year, I thought I'd be smart and book a return ticket back to NZ for December. Avoid winter, and a date to look forward to. 2 birds, 1 stone.

At first though, I felt like a wimp; I mean who runs away from their first 'proper' winter?! But then, I started to realise that it was actually quite normal for a lot of European orienteers to escape off on (sometimes multiple) warm-weather training camps. So really, what was the difference in my plan? Bar a few thousand extra km travel of course...

So, December saw me hop on a plane back to NZ; primarily for some summer, family, friends and familiar settings (Summer FFS), but also embarking on my Halden Overseas Training 2016-2017 Winter Antipodes Recon Mission (#HOT1617WARM).

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Surviving the Night

...and somehow October has already passed, and with it a full, but incredibly fun, Autumn season. World Champs, Night Hawk, NM Ultra, Antwerp Sprint Meet, NM week, World Cup Final (the orienteering one. Not the Rugby one. Which NZ won. Just by the way. #subtlesidenote), 25-manna, Blodslitet and SmÄlandskavlen. But I'm not writing about any of them. Not this time anyway.

But I will just slip this little pic in here ;-)
Photo: 25-manna

 Because the end of the Autumn season has also meant the advent of winter training, and that means night-training, which, in my case, makes far more entertaining reading.

Friday, July 31, 2015

That Last Minute WOC Post

For those that have been paying attention to Orienteering media, you'll be well aware that the 2015 edition of the World Orienteering Champs kicks off tonight in Scotland. For those that have not, well, now you know!

Fortunately, I've been aware of this fact for a while now, as have the rest of the kiwi team, and we're all pumped and primed for the start line! Some flight issues and typical Scottish summer(?) aside, preparations have been good and we're itching for the races to start!

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

The E word

Experience.
What a word.

When I arrived in Europe almost three months ago, my main motivation was to gain experience, orienteering and otherwise. I had no illusion that moving across the world would be easy, and I still know it will take a while to fully grow into the experience. But what has taken me aback is just how quickly the individual experiences are stacking up! The past 2.5 months have been crammed full of good, a few not so good, the occasional unusual, and many (intentionally or not) funny experiences. It's definitely been a lot to take on board!

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Northward Migration




I'm never the most up-to-date at the best of times, but it seems that my post-thesis writer's block hasn't broken yet, and I'm getting further behind on blog posts. A fair bit has gone on since my last blog post; a month back home in NZ, catching up with sleep, family, friends, mountains (a sub-class of friends really), and running NZ champs. But that's not what I'm going to write about right now*. Because:

Surprise! I've made it to the Northern Hemisphere!

Friday, April 24, 2015

To Canberra, with love

A friend once told me, on our parting, "this is not an end, just a new beginning". Which I thought was a pretty damn wise thing to say. And kind of wish it was me that thought to say it (Even if it's not exactly original).

Just over two three four weeks ago I finished dotting the final i's, crossing the final t's, and inserting the final commas into my PhD thesis. After an evening spent battling with the RSES printers, and the following morning spent alternating between wrestling with the binding machine and/or loudly singing and dancing to today's popular music*, I finally submitted. 2pm Friday 27th March 2015, almost exactly 4 years and one month after arriving at the ANU.


Novelty pen, the only way to sign off your Phd really.