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Shauna Reid

Welcome, weary traveller! I'm Shauna Reid, an Australian writer who moved to Scotland nine years ago in pursuit of adventure and kilts

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The Mifl Report – February

13/Mar/2013

* MIFL = Month In Focused Living

Back in January I chose “focus” as my Word of The Year, a way to set a theme and intention. I’m doing regular MIFL Reports to keep me on the straight and narrow.

Ol' Carnegie catching the last rays, during Workout 1.2 today.

Ol’ Carnegie catching the last rays, during Up & Running 5K Workout 1.2 today.

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1. Bandwagon Muesli
A friend of mine in Canberra declared it “porridge weather” the other day so geographically that must mean it’s time for me to commence yogurt season. It’s 4′C/39′F so not exactly toasty but, feck it, I’m sick of porridge. I ransacked the pantry for scraps of ye olde nuts and seeds bought under the influence of trendy healthy living bloggers and stirred them all together to form a kind of muesli. It’s got chia seeds, oats, unsweetened coconut, almonds, sunflower seeds and a few stray cocoa nibs. Very very tasty and none of that annoying dust you get with commercial muesli.

2. Full-Length mirror
I bought one from IKEA last week. There have been no full-length mirrors in my life since I had to give up kickboxing and I don’t think it’s been helping the mind-body disconnect. So far I like being able to have a good gander at reality. It’s not where I want to be, but as ol’ Tony Robbins says, “See it as it is, not worse than it is.”

Monday I did weights with an eye on the mirror, wearing a Reebok sleeveless tank they gave us at Fitbloggin. The tank showed off every roll, but it also showed off the muscle trying to reassert itself. It’s a nice metaphor for the me that gives a crap about me who’s busting to make a comeback.

3. Lard latest
A mere half a kilo off in February. I haven’t been on the scale since, as I was letting it mess with my head. I assure you I’m not in denial. I’m sticking to the 3-2-1 exercise plan and MyFitnessPal-ing, but really need a break from that other contraption.

4. Commute walks
Back in January I got a “year in review” email from Fitbit, telling me that July 22 was my most active day in 2012 and on average Thursdays were my least active day. That’s the day I work longer hours so it was a bed > car > desk > car > couch > bed  formula of sloth. In order to combat that I’ve started walking home on Thursdays. It only takes 45-60 minutes depending on my route, compared to 20 minutes by car or bus. So I’m saving money, moving my butt and it zens me up after the working day. I’ve started doing it on other days too. Simple, but effective.

5. Speaking of Fitbits
So many of you folks told me Fitbit had great customer service, even if you launder your device like a nitwit. I didn’t want to look like a Greasy Blogger Demanding Stuff so I wrote as a civilian (snort!) saying it was entirely my own nitwittery and I’d tried putting it in rice and all… and they said, “Nae bother, we’ll send you a newie”. So I am back on the Fitbit and loving it. But being extra careful to keep it out of the laundry basket!

6. Up & Walking
I wrote on the U&R blog yesterday that I’ve joined the Spring 5K Course! Walking it, of course. I’ve got some travel coming up and thought it would give me structure, especially with the Bologna race just eight weeks away. Also, our latest batch of runners are so charming I want to have even more legitimate excuses to skulk around the Forum. I just finished Workout 1.2 today and already I want to deck the Runkeeper lady and her bossy voice.

The Albatross @ 750words.com7. Morning Pages tragedy
I use 750words.com to do my morning writing. It’s a private space with a nice blank screen and a word count. You can win badges for various achievements, like speedy typing or building up streaks of writing days. BADGES!

I’d never managed a streak longer than 31 days so when I hit 58 last month I felt sure I was finally on the road to 100 days which means… THE PHOENIX!

But after the glorious January morns of tea and typing, my pages were becoming more afternoon and evening. There was a smelly big work deadline then the Up & Running course prep ramped up. I shoved the writing further and further down the list. I was doing the pages later and later then on Feb 27 I was in bed with the laptop at 11.50pm desperately tapping out the words to make the cut off. Then on March 1, I woke up and the horror hit me. I’d just plain forgotten to write on March 28.

I was fizzing with rage! Now I was back to day zero! You may say, it’s just a stupid badge. But I want that Phoenix, dammit.

Well, the real reason it rankled was the realisation that yet again I’d lost focus of my priorities. It’s not out of a sense of martyrdom, putting everyone else first like a sniffling cold-and-flu advert lady with a child on one arm and a briefcase on the other. I just forget to remember the personally-important things sometimes. I love my morning pages, they keep me calm and 76% less nutty. Gotta make ‘em happen.

So I’m building up the morning muscle again and I’m on a 12 day streak. It’s all about habit. Focus focus focus. I’m coming after you, orange bird thing!

Up & Running winners

24/Feb/2013

Teleportation and the ability to fly were your most wished for superpowers! Here are the U&R giveaway winners as chosen by the Random Number Generator:

  • Penny would like the ability to sleep and an empathy gun
  • Caitlyn would like to control the weather
  • Jerilyn wants to clone herself
  • Lilliam longs to clean her entire house with the snap of her fingers
  • JJ wants the ability to predict the stock market

Thanks everyone who entered and congratulations to the winners – I’ve emailed you with the details.

Missed out this time round? There’s still time to join in – the courses start next week!

Back soon with February MIFL Report, etc. In the meantime, if you fancy a stickybeak into the life of an Up & Runner, I’m chatting to the magnificent Marci G over on the U&R blog today. Smokin’!

Returning to earth

22/Feb/2013

This incredibly moving and humbling video reminded me of all you folks who chose flying as your secret superpower. Astronauts reflect on the profound experience of seeing the Earth from space. “It looks like a living breathing organism,” says one dude, but it also looks extremely fragile”.

I was dabbing away tears but Gareth’s face looked more, “Space! Rockets! Stars! COOL!”

It’s twenty minutes long so perfect for a quiet afternoon with a big cuppa! (via Sas)

Up & Running

Win a spot on the March Up & Running 5k or 10k course

20/Feb/2013

Last night I was formatting a foxy spreadsheet and trying to calculate how many bottles of wine and how many pizza slices per person would be best for the upcoming Up & Running retreat in Bologna. It struck me, how awesome it was that I get to do wine and pizza maths?

It’s now been two whole years since Up & Running began and I can’t imagine my life without all the brave, hilarious, kind and inspiring women I’ve met in our wee community. Every time I get stuck in that spiral of I can’t write for shit / who am I to be a business lady / I’m so unfit and wobbly / blah blah whiny blah, all I have to do I think of all the ladies who took a chance on themselves. So many said at the start, Who am I to be a runner?  but they were brave enough to just put on their shoes and go out for a trot.

Who are we do these things? Well… why not us? One small chunk of time, repeated over and over, has led to so many empowering moments. And friendships. And Nutella pizza.

Our next 5K Course starts on Monday 4 March and the 10K Course starts on Thursday 7 March, and each run for eight weeks.

So… fancy joining us? As well as eight weeks of training plans you get inspiring and motivating daily blog posts, unlimited support from the Coach, access to our private community forum plus EXTREME SMUGNESS when you cross the finish line at your first 5K or 10K come May.

I’m giving away five free places,  with the winner choosing the course they’d like to do. All you have to do is leave a comment on this blog post and tell me, If you could have a secret superpower, what would it be? 

  • Entries close 11PM GMT this Saturday 21 February
  • There will be five winners and they have their choice of 5K or 10K course
  • The winner can gift the prize to a friend, so you can enter if you choose not to run but want to surprise a friend.
  • Winners will be randomly selected.
  • Winners can be from anywhere in the world. Remember the Courses are for women only.
  • Winner will be announced on Sunday. Woohoo!

Ina Garten, my substitute mum

17/Feb/2013

A sad new obsession began on a drab Monday night while waiting for University Challenge to begin. Flicking around the channels, I saw that Food Network UK had been added to Freeview.

Until last month I only knew Ina Garten as that lady that Adam the Amateur Gourmet adores; the one who did that roasted broccoli years ago. But as soon as I started watching my first episode of Barefoot Contessa: Back to Basics, I was hooked.

She was making a simple orange pound cake, loaded with butter. Sure, the cake looked good and hearty, and I admired her foresight to bake two so there’d be one for the freezer. But it took me two weeks to realise just why I found myself rushing home to be in front of the telly at 7 o’clock every night: Ina Garten looks an awful lot like my mum.

Ina Garten

The hair, the complexion, the smile; it is truly uncanny. Tuning in is like hanging out with a wealthy, American, cooking goddess version of the much-missed faraway Mothership.

SIMILARITIES

  • both ladies
  • similar vintage
  • same hair colour and style
  • similar taste in shirts and chunky jewellery
  • same olive complexion
  • same twinkly eyes when smiling
  • equal enthusiasm for life, friends and food
  • both place an affectionate hand on someone’s shoulder when they’re about to say something nice to them

WAYS IN WHICH MOTHERSHIP IS NOT LIKE INA

  • does not say “How easy is that?”
  • does not buy posh cheese
  • does not own a Kitchen Aid
  • does not have gigantic fancy house with a separate “barn” just for cooking
  • does not have fabulous friends constantly dropping by to arrange flowers while she cooks them a fabulous lunch
  • does not have bartenders naming cocktails after her (but surely this has to happen someday)

WAYS IN WHICH INA IS NOT LIKE MOTHERSHIP

Sometimes as I watch I’ll imagine Freaky Friday life swap scenarios, where Mum is driving around East Hampton in a gigantic car buying artisan foods, attending charity auctions and yammering to camera in her Aussie accent. Meanwhile Ina is in Goulburn, hunting down the best prices at Aldi and Coles then hanging out the washing beneath the bleached sky.

Ina in the Rosemary

Even Ina’s banter with her beloved husband Jeffrey reminds me of Mum and her wonderful husband Ray. Both couples are truly cuckoo in love. When Jeffrey arrives home with steaks or French wine and Ina gazes at him with ga-ga eyes, it reminds me of the Skype chats when Ray appears with a cup of tea for Mum and she beams like a schoolgirl. And when Ina and Jeffrey wax lyrical about their recent trip to Tuscany as they scoff a bowl of pasta, I think of Mum and Ray in raptures over their latest bargain.

Ina and Jeffrey

“Did I tell you about the chicken drumsticks,” said Mum on our last Oz visit. She’d cooked a lamb roast and was recapping much she’d saved on each individual ingredient.

“I don’t think you mentioned it before?”

“Ray. Ray! Get those drumsticks out of the freezer.”

Ray sprang up from the dinner table, a man on a mission.

“Only three dollars a kilo!” he crowed triumphantly, waving two frosty packages in the air. “We got this steak, too!”

“We rescued them from the chuck-out bin,” finished Mum. “Nothing wrong with ‘em!”

Gareth, Rhi and I nodded with suitable reverence, realising that Mum had indeed found her true soulmate.

It might be February blues or general mumsickness, but until I see the Mothership again, Ina and her butter-laden creations are a very decent substitute.

The Mifl Report: January

04/Feb/2013

* MIFL = Month In Focused Living

Back in January I chose a Word of The Year. Rather than setting resolutions, a Word is a handy way to set a theme and intention. I chose focus for 2013 and I’m doing regular MIFL Reports to keep me on the straight and narrow.

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Is anyone else out there a bit scared of January? When I crack open a new paper diary and see all those blank pages I’m filled with a cold and morbid dread, not knowing what lies ahead. Cheery folks may think, Ooh a shiny fresh batch of days. I wonder what joys they shall bring? But I can’t help wonder what terrible cock ups I’ll make, who is going to get ill, who will shuffle off, what will go down at work, and what stupid things will I say and immediately regret? There’s a gnawing worry that everything good thus far was a fluke and this’ll be the year that it all goes tits up.

January snow

January snow

This annual ritual kicks in on January 6, when the Christmas tree comes down and it feels like nothing fun will happen ever again! It fades away approximately three weeks later, once the diary is taking shape – there’s a few appointments; maybe a travel plan or two. The stark skeleton of a new year has some flesh on its bones.

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Haggis Poisoning

31/Jan/2013

Last Friday was Burns Night, the annual celebration of the life Scots poet Rabbie Burns in which folk gather to eat haggis, neeps and tatties, washed down with poems and whisky.

Gareth and I had been invited to a proper Burns Supper but were both rotten with the cold, so it was haggis at home. Every year I forget about the Haggis Poisoning until it’s too late. This is the technical term for the following process:

  1. Getting excited about Burns night – a glimmer of fun at the end of miserable January
  2. Shopping for the haggis, umm-ing and ahh-ing between traditional or vegetarian style
  3. Spending an age cooking it, along with the mashed potatoes and the turnips that make the house whiff like old socks
  4. Ceremoniously stabbing the haggis open with a knife, the room filling with a delicious spicy, savoury aroma. Suddenly it’s all, Forget television and telephones, haggis is the great Scottish invention of all time
  5. Piling a mountain of food on your plate as you quiver in anticipation
  6. After half a dozen mouthfuls it all floods back – the overwhelming richness of the haggis-neeps-tatties trio
  7. Downing a glass of whisky before collapsing on the couch and vowing never to do it again

This year Gareth was in a merry mood and actually recited a few verses of Address to a haggis. Well, he read them off my phone, standing in the kitchen. I think more great foods should be proceeded by a poem in their honour.

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftan o’ the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang’s my arm

And on it goes for another 275 stanzas.

The haggis

Sure enough, despite the tastiness of the dinner (I mash spuds like a demon) I was quickly done in. All that oats and offal combined with fluffy carb mountains? I’m oot, Duncan Bannatyne-stylee.

Duncan Bannatyne

“Oh good, more for me!” Gareth said, scraping the contents of my plate on to his.

“You think you want more but you are going to hit the haggis wall about five minutes from now.”

“No way man, I’m starving. I’m Scottish and I can take it.”

Five minutes later.

“Oh god. Help me. Haggis poisoning!”

We vowed to never again scoff the haggis. Until next January rolls around then we’ll do the dance again.

Sidenote: Whisky is brilliant. I only had a wussy dribble in the bottom of my Soviet dictators glass but it was enough to make me feel unstoppable. Forget the ‘flu; the whisky blazed a path down my throat and hosed the muck right out of my lungs. Temporarily, anyway. Magical stuff.

I like how Australia Day comes right after Burn’s Night. It makes both digestive and spiritual sense that they’re nestled together. On January 26 I made a hamburger with the lot for dinner. They’re quite healthy if you cook them right and don’t have a pile of chips on the side. I also skipped the egg as I couldn’t be bothered washing another pan.

Anyway, it was delicious (but unphotogenic). I should have written a Burns-inspired Ballad of the Burger With The Lot. Once again I tried to convert Gareth to the merits of beetroot but he’s still having none of it.

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