So yet another week has gone by with zero progress made and virtually no running at all – another proud achievement over here at RedWine towers that I’m delighted to share with you all. So what are the excuses this week? After a successful five mile jaunt down the beach on Tuesday night which included 4x400m sprints, I was ready for my scheduled ‘cross training’ for the week – i.e Body Sculpt class, but since it doesn’t start ’til 6.45pm I came home after work and the couch ate me. Thursday’s planned work out of 3miles of hill repeats went out the window when 80mph winds and rain battered the North of Scotland so I skipped it and went to #themeet140 earlier than planned. Friday – I’d had a huge girls night out planned for months so a workout was never on the cards. Saturday – Long run planned; was too hungover to move and went to a friends to watch the rugby instead. Sunday; I should have done a long run but failed to leave the house all day for the pure pleasure of relaxing in peace and quiet with my partner for the first time in a week. Bad runner! Runner’s don’t get to relax – if they’re not at work or other commitments then they should be RUNNING. Right…?
So here we are a week further into the year and if I were on track to run 1000 miles this year, in 5 weeks I would have run 96.15 miles by now – instead I’ve hit 35. Smashing. Since the start of the year I’ve been concentrating on eating the healthiest I can, cutting out booze, and doing more exercise than ever before in order to lose weight so I can go faster – 5 weeks later and I’ve put ON 2kg and my measurements are the same. 5 weeks into the year and I’ve already had a flare up of my old knee problems and am suffering from shint splits for the first time in my life. Or is could be a stress fracture – we don’t know yet.
As the wind batters Aberdeen and the snow continues to pelt down today my motivation is at a major low, dragged down further by my failing body and escalating weight. Dear readers – please offer some words of encouragement and remind me why I am bothering to put myself through this voluntarily, when clearly all I’m best at for now is sitting on my couch with a beer.
I wish there more hours in the day; or more days in the week – I feel like to actually accomplish what I want to do I have to make huge sacrifices in my social, personal or professional life. I can’t change my professional life – this is only a hobby after all and I’m required to work all day and late into the evenings at concerts. If I have to miss an evening work out because of an event, then I should reschedule it to an early morning session before work. But then getting up hours before the crack of dawn to go and run on a treadmill requires an early night the night before which isn’t always possible due to work commitments or other occasions, and then as a result I’m dead and in bed by 9.30pm later that day. So do I change my personal life? It’s funny that now Badger and I live together we seem to see each other even less than usual what with his late nights working, my late nights working and everything else in between. The opportunity to spend a few hours together on the couch watching a movie on a Sunday afternoon with the cats is precious ‘us time’ and has to take priority over a long run for now or else we may as well be ships passing in the night the way our lives go. So I suppose that means sacrificing my social life – missing my friends birthdays? Skipping book club with my girl friends? Missing out on the growing twitter social scene in Aberdeen?
I guess something has to go if I want this to happen, and I want it SO BADLY. Over the next few months I’ll be working long hours at work; the only way I can see this happening is if I can get myself out running before work – either at the gym or outside once it gets lighter. The concept of this is ridiculous -anyone who knows me will testify that I only see 5.30am if I’ve been up all night from the night before. I guess sooner or later I’ll need to start making these kind of tough choices however.
Anyway – tonight is gliding, then power yoga. Perhaps I’ll be able to blast a quick mile afterwards as well for the sake of it to keep the mileage racking up. Apologies for the gloomy post, but this journey was never going to be an easy one.