Who are you and what have you done with Sarah-Rose

I was walking home the other day and I thought to myself “oh I’m so glad I don’t have rehearsal tonight. That means I can get up early and go for a run on Friday”
I’m sorry, what?

Still unsure if the Nike plus app is correct but either way I ran for an hour this morning. Almost consistently #igfitness#teambufty

Here’s the thing. I’ve always been too terrified to exercise in the presence of others. Too ashamed of my lack of co-ordination, lack of skill, lack of fitness, excess of flesh. But then I started running and I didn’t hate it. I almost kind of loved it.
I never was the best at staying motivated, however.

I became one of those horrible people who tweets about getting up at 5am to go for a run, I’d post a photo afterwards, sometimes even a screenshot of my Nike Plus running app screen. I tweeted my distance and if I felt like I was dying or not.
I wasn’t doing it to be obnoxious, promise (that was just a bonus). I just wanted to track my progress and, yea, sometimes I was a wee bit proud of myself.

Mainly I tweeted so that I would, at least in my own mind, consider myself accountable if I ever stopped. This has worked better than any other self-motivational method I’ve ever used.

So I’d been running for the last couple of months of 2012, quite enjoying it but never really challenging myself all that much. Enough to buy the running tights & new running shoes but only pushing myself to run just a little bit further each time. I was getting a little defeatist.

During our New Year holiday in the Mansion House Laura said that she would quite like to get bufty arms in 2013 while I said I would maybe perhaps possibly consider running a 5k* so our other Laura (my evil twin) suggested that maybe perhaps we could sign up to Les Mills for their January trial period and then we could all go to classes together. Seeing as how she was a member already and all.

Just like that #teambufty** was born.

But no, actually, I think I kind of adore the gym.
I thought doing classes & running on a treadmill in the same room as other people would be terrifying but everyone is kind of in their own little world. I’ve done classes where I lift weights until sweat drips from my elbows & classes where I punch & kick & get a little lost in the combinations and it’s brilliant. I push myself so much harder.

I’ve even got a little routine down – weights classes three times a week & running three times a week***. Sometimes I switch out one of the runs for a “combat” class instead.

It was when I tweeted at 8:30pm on a Wednesday that I’d just finished a weights class and I hadn’t pushed myself as hard as I would have liked so I was going to get up to do the 6:30am combat class that Aly tweeted me

She kind of has a point. I’ve … never been a member of a gym before. I’ve never had exercise be such a regular part of my life before. I really quite like it.

(I also really REALLY love tracking my exercise. I’m currently using an app called Moves in addition to my Nike Plus Get Running & oh! I love it so. Now I’m coveting a Nike FuelBand)

Of course, it is still January. This could all be over by March. But I hope not.

Thursday: joining the gym, officially

* yea. That’s still very much a maybe at the moment. There is the Round the Bays in a couple of weeks but that’s 7km!
** we have members all around NZ and even an international contingent. It’s not really a thing apart from the fact that we tweet encouragement at each other.
*** you know MOSTLY. When life like rehearsal and um occasionally parties and such take precedence. I haven’t gone completely mad.


Yes. My holiday had a hashtag. #levinloveinn

Just after Christmas 7 of my favourite people and I travelled to a fancy mansion in the middle of almost-nowhere* to have a fantastically bourgeois time of reading, tweeting, lounging, croquet, woodfired pizza, & drinking**.

Mansion House!

Inside Mansion House

Saturday: Inside Mansion House

We had a day of rain, a day of blistering sunshine and a lot of in-between

Sunday: Game of Game of Thrones

Rain through vintage glass windows

Laura just looks so fucking romantic

Swing chair and crappy holiday reading

Standing on the verandah
(the boys took to the spa in the rain)

Craig and Brendan look at the pizza oven

Pizza woodfiring away

The mansion even came with pre-arranged wildlife.

(Such creeps)

Noisy annoying rooster

The rooster decided that his favourite place in the world was right outside Craig & my bedroom window. It was not the best. Stupid rooster.

romantic roses

On New Year’s Eve we all dressed up fancy

Friends on New Year's Eve

Which quickly devolved into





But I think my favourite photo may be this one:


No but actually

Cutest friends.
Cutest friends.

On the first day of 2013 as I lay in bed I tweeted

So a couple of hours later, Laura, Craig and I set off to walk to Waikawa Beach.

Not because it seemed particularly enticing, but because on google maps it didn’t look that far and the directions were ‘at the end of the Mansion House driveway, turn right. At the end of that street, turn left. Continue until you hit the edge of the country.’ Or, you know, something like that.

Incidentally? In the two weeks since this walk? I have been for 8 runs, 2 big walks, and to the gym (THE GYM) three times.

New Year's day walk to Waikawa Beach

Calf friends

Horse friends


We walked and we walked and we walked. We guessed that the beach would be beyond each turn and rise in the road. We were always, always wrong.

Craig pointing at ... something. Where we are

Realising, with dismay, that we were probably only halfway.

Tuesday: Laura watching Craig try to commune with the cows

Craig and Laura and the Waikawa Beach sign


We decided to find the beach

SEE. This is not a beach.

Waikawa beach was not so much a Beach as a Stream. It was very disappointing.

Craig disappeared into the forest

Craig disappeared off into the forest. Laura called after him “don’t go too far” to which he replied “okay mum” THEN WE LOST HIM FOR HALF AN HOUR.

Interminable sanddunes

After climbing three hills in our attempts to find my wayward husband, and realising that Waikawa Beach didn’t even have a corner store at which to purchase something, anything to drink, we called back to the house and begged them to drive down and collect us.

The final day at Mansion House was grey and humid.
We spread cushions over the floor of the television room and drank whisky and watched Cabin in the Woods and Pitch Perfect. There was much excitement when Cobb the wandering Hund came to visit

Much excitement when Cobb comes to visit

Saying goodbye to the Mansion House

We ended the holiday by attempting to consume all of the leftover perishable foods in the house and driving away in cars laden with empty bottles.

It was kind of the best holiday I’ve ever had in a teeny tiny town close to home.

* Manakau in the Horowhenua district. Otherwise known as the town that I did not know existed. Despite having driven through it countless times. I knew Otaki, I knew Levin, and in between? Manakau, apparently.

** there was a lot of day drinking. The day we started drinking whisky at 11am was a particular favourite.

Climbing up a Mountain

Oriental Bay

I wanted to get out of the house as the sun was high high high in the sky.
(We get so few good days in Wellington in summer, let alone in the weekend, that I hate to miss them.) Craig told me to put my shoes on and we headed down to the waterfront.

“We’re going up there” he said, pointing right up to the top of a hill.

Heading up a hill


Pretty harbour

Looking the way we're headed

We were like ONE THIRD of the way
We were one third of the way. One third.

Pretty pretty house


Almost at the summit. But that next bit is steep

Almost at the summit! But that next bit was …. steep.


Oh Wellington, you so tiny

Looking back down on the city

Craig on Mt VictoriaOn the top of Mt Victoria

Craig showing where we walked from and to

Walking back down the hill

Well the GPS on this app is way off. But you get the general idea. #igfitness

The GPS on this app is way off. But you get the general idea.