The travel life & Adventures of me; Brooke. 30 something. Loves to Travel ✈️. Drink scotch. Eat good food. Workout.


November 2014

Breathe & be grateful

Yesterday I watched my amazing friend Claire compete in the finals of a local crossfit comp known as Wodstock. They hold comps all over Australia and in Queensland they have 4 comps per series: Toowoomba, Sunshine Coast, Gold Coast & Brisbane. I attended 3 of 4 to support Claire who is an aspiring Crossfit elite athlete (she trains close to 3 hours 6 days a week) who I met at my box last year when she first joined crossfit babes Miami.

In the past year plus ClaireBear has gone strength to strength chasing her goals. She’s taken specialist classes to improve her lifts – they are a work of art. And has subscribed for additional conditioning from our coaches to get faster, fitter, stronger. On top of all this she’s just been named as a new coach at our affiliate Crossfit Babes Miami…. The only way is up for this girl. But most importantly she is genuinely one of the sweetest women I am honoured to call my friend. She always got time for a laugh and has a beautiful positive outlook on life. Something I strive to have… Though it’s hard on the bad days.

Overall Claire placed 5th in the comp which is an amazing outcome. The WODs were tough and conditions at each comp have ranged from cold/wet/fog/rain through to full sun and humidity in 30 degrees Celsius +. And yes all the workouts are done outside. It’s pretty inspiring stuff – oh and the scenery (the men’s divisions are pretty easy on the eye too ha ha).

So I’m taking a leaf out of Claire’s book and list all of the positive/wonderful things I’m grateful for:

1. Wodstock
Supporting my friend and watch her hit some pretty awesome goals was a gift. Having to watch half naked men run around working out was a challenge I was happy to accept – someone’s gotta do it! Channelling my inner soccer mom and cheering Claire on makes me laugh… Oh my I feel so obnoxious; me the novice crossfitter who hasn’t nailed her first kipping pull up, yelling at her to pick up the bar. The community of crossfit (I know you hear a lot about it) but when you see perfect stranger cheering a group of people on, most of who are wearing the fuck you pain face, it’s awesome. But the best thing about Wodstock is their chosen charity is Street Swags who provide a basic shelter for homeless people, somewhere they can keep safe (it’s covered and designed to not stand out. I.e. Attract unwanted attention, plus it rolls up so it relocatable and easy to carry). Homelessness is a massive issue worldwide and I LOVE this organisation that seeks to assist those who live on the streets with a right now practical solution whilst other companies work on helping people off the streets and creating more safe shelters for people to live. On a side note I read that Street Swags can provide a swag suitable for a family… Let that thought sit with you for a moment…. Gives you perspective. I’m thankful for my messy house.

2. This mornings sunrise. I don’t have a photo of it as I was driving home from Brisbane. I decided to catch up with friends for a drink/dinner which ended in staying most of the night. I grabbed a few hours kip on their couch so was very tired … But this sunrise took my breath away and I felt really blessed to experience that moment. Plus coming home to a very happy Coco Pop is always good.

3. OMG this video:
I love the visualisation technique right before the jump.

4. I kissed a man and I liked it. One of my friends last night was a former lover. We shared a few kisses before I left as he tried to convince me to stay. I declined. Who knows what will happen next time? It looks like my libido wasn’t dead after all – praise the sweet lord!

5. Old friends. Catching up with old friends from my life in Brisbane was a lot of fun. Plus we ate ice cream…. It was divine. And we laughed, so much laughter, about Me-Ghan, sushi, boring sky divers, fainting goats (how did I not know about these), and pet Eagles….

6. On Friday morning Coco and I got up super early and snuck down to the beach for an early morning walk. It was overcast and humid, rain was coming. There was only one other person there… Bliss. Just dog, ocean, Sky and me.

How’s your week been blog mates? What are you grateful for?


A burning rage #marklatham #mamamia

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This is my sister Courtney (AKA lil C, penguin, moongoosey poosey, kitty or whatever other silly nickname I make up for her). She’s 5 years younger than me, beautiful, knows her worth and how to speak her mind (she swears there is a filter there somewhere), an accounts wiz, dresses way better than me (always has, always will), snorts when she laughs, has a wicked sense of humour, loves movies, is the best monopoly player, and is the best sister I have! Granted she’s my only sister but she’s a hell of a sister!

B & CCourtney also has a mental illness. She has social anxiety. At its simplest this means any type of interaction socially with other people can send her into a panic attack.

From when she was a little girl Courtney was a kid who hated going out to dinner or to a friend’s house. She would much rather stay at home. If she knew she was going out it would take mum and I to help her choose an outfit….Not because she wanted to be the centre of attention; but because she honestly didn’t want to go, and hated the thought of having to choose something to wear that someone might judge her on.

My beautiful mother says that Courtney and I are just different kids. Where I crave meeting new people; even though I get nervous about meeting new people, I also kinda like it; Courtney does not. I don’t get so anxious about it that I feel physically sick, or burst into tears, or don’t want to get dressed/can’t find the right outfit, or can’t make myself get out of my car. These are all things my sister has suffered through with her anxiety. depression

Courtney so far hasn’t had to take anti-depressants. She started seeing a therapist when she was 19 (I brought her a bag of marbles as a gift – black humour is an art in my family); and now at 28 while she may not see her therapist regularly anymore, she is by no means ‘cured’. She knows she’ll always have anxiety and does her best with the tools her therapist has given her. However if for any reason whatsoever she, or anyone else I love and care about, needs to take medication to help then there is no judgement here.

Today I read a post from Mia Freedman at Mamamia who was triumphantly on her soapbox in defence of women, depression, and anti-depression after ex-opposition (yep this guy held political power in how the country is run) leader Mark Latham wrote a column in response to Lisa Pryor’s honest, dry, and brave column about motherhood, depression and studying medicine full time.

You can read Mia’s words here

You can read Lisa’s words here:

I’m not posting the link to Mark Latham’s words. I refuse to give his heinous words more traction. Needless to say his column left me breathless with rage.

anxietyHis main focus of the article is:

  • Why should people with depression have kids? How does it make a kid feel knowing their mother is on anti-depressants?
  • People who ‘pop pills’ for depression are coping out on their responsibilities of adulthood.
  • His children are the best form of anti-depressant he’s ever found, what is wrong with Lisa (who has 2 small children) what she can’t see how wonderful her children are and therefore shouldn’t need anti-depressants.

OMG. SO much rage. So breathless with it!

So I say to Mark Latham and anyone else who has the misguided view that people who take medication for mental illness are coping out on their responsibilities  ….FUCK YOU! Seriously a HUGE BIG FUCK YOU*.

To the women out there who I know who are currently taking (or have taken) anti-depressants to help them cope with motherhood, life, grief, whatever…No one has the right to shame you because you needed help. By owning up to your struggles and going to get help in the form of medication makes you an adult and a damn responsible human being.

Tell me what you think? Or do you have a story to share about anxiety or depression as well?

*sorry about the swearing mum.

Happy Birthday

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To my beautiful Kylie

Just a little note to let you know how loved you are.

Kylie is an incredibly private person who is going through one of the crappiest years ever. I’m praying she will be ok with me posting this but I wanted to remind her why she is a beautiful soul inside & out…..

  • Kylie hired me on my first real job after university.
  • K is my partner in dancing (by God there will be dancing)!
  • She is so strong & giving & wise.
  • The biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen.
  • A wicked laugh.
  • A life long love of the Whitlams – remember the night we got into that concert for free?
  • She knows her self worth and has never settled for second best.
  • Bikram yoga queen – she loves it hot & sweaty.
  • K has an absolute moral compass & treats others as she would like to be treated.
  • She can scent out an Irish pub at 100 paces.
  • World traveller & always open to new experiences.
  • Beautiful with a big heart.
  • I love her style – not too fussy, not too girly. All woman & hasn’t met a belt she doesn’t like.
  • She’s a fierce defender of friends – always has our back!!
  • Loyal & honest & a good egg.
  • Master cocktail maker!
  • Has a great sense of humour – San Fran winery tour to Napa Valley???
  • I could on and on but know this Kylie is one special person and anyone who is friends with her is incredibly blessed.

It was her birthday on Saturday and I completely forgot – I am so so so sorry about this! I know she still had a good weekend and we’re both counting down for better times ahead for this amazing lady!

Happy Birthday to you

Halloween 2014

I have a confession to make – I’m a little obsessed with dress-ups! I’ve trotted out a nurse outfit for university mixers, hired costumes for friends birthdays, held a fancy dress-up when I turned 19 (I went as Jessica Rabbit – sorry I don’t have photographic evidence of this night), once had a friend wrap me in a cream sheet toga style for a cousin’s 30th….But despite all of this I have never dressed up for Halloween. This year that changed when I decided to host my first ever Halloween Party.

A bunch of people couldn’t make it but that didn’t matter.I decided I’d have a good time no matter what. Here’s a few pics from the night:

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How cute are these? My hugely talented flatmate Crystal made them….The gingerbread haunted house tasted delish!

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The little hot dog mummies tasted so good! How cute is Coco Pop looking with her special Red Riding Hood handkerchief? She matched her mummy…

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Little Red Riding Hood is all grown up. A very special mention to Crystal again for doing the awesome special effect makeup – she’s a qualified special effects makeup artist and we wanted to make Red a little wild. Plus I love, love, love that the skirt of this dress was long. I didn’t want to come as ‘sexy’ or ‘sassy’ red riding hood.

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My flatmate Crystal and her boyfriend Damen. Coco Pop adores these guys so much but it freaked her out when Damen was all dressed up in his costume….The minute he took the head off the costume she was all excited to see him as if to say, “There you are, I’ve been looking for you”.

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More views of the amazing wolf attack Crystal created for me!

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My lovely friends Lisa and Natalie who dressed up too! Lisa came as a devil (she had little horns in her wig) and Natalie borrowed my police woman outfit. Coco decided she wanted to be in the photo too!

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Ness and Blake did their own makeup and looked awesome! You know we didn’t get any trick or treaters visit our place? We were ready to give them a Halloween cupcake though.

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After everyone went home us girls headed out to our local bar for more drinks and some dancing. There were heaps of people dressed up and a professional photographer…As you can see we were pretty popular!

All in all my first Halloween Party was a success: a small group of friends over in dress-up for fresh chilli (I made it in the slow cooker) and some other treats before hitting the town for drinks and dancing!

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