I remember when I was in my early 20's, when I felt like my Saturday night out on the tiles would never change, no matter how old I got. Of course, you get older and going clubbing takes a back seat to other priorities in life alongside the sheer lack of desire to stay up until an ungodly hour every weekend getting shitfaced. (Now I only do that occasionally) ;-)
My parents always said I would feel differently when I got older, but I never thought it would happen to me. It certainly did though.
I'm feeling that way again... not over clubbing and getting shitfaced, but over something I thought would never ever affect me.... Running! After almost 8 months of inconsistant (or non-existant) training, I'm actually scared that I'll not be able to get back into that training frame of mind. My life of late consists of sleeping as late as I can get away with, getting home from work and practically living and breathing the lives of others by way of soap operas, etc. A typical night for me now is... get home from work, sort the dog out, put the television on, watch Come Dine with me, Hollyoaks, Emmerdale, Coronation Street, Eastenders, Revenge, Sky+ Geordie Shore and Teen Wolf because other things are on at the same time.... It's horrendous. I have turned into a couch potatoe!!!
I have been worried for a while that I will find training a real struggle once I'm able to get back into it again, and now, with a planned cortisone injection (all being well) booked for Friday afternoon I know I'm going to be faced with totally changing my routine. My mam told me yesterday it would probably take me less than a week to get my head back into it, and I hope she's right. If I'm honest, I feel quite daunted by it all.
Don't get me wrong... it's not that I don't want to train... I really DO, but I'm very nervous about starting again. If all goes well, that change of routine is only a couple of weeks away. It's been very difficult moving from training for so many hours a week to doing practically nothing. I'm at the point where the very small amount of exercise I can do (without affecting my foot) has bored me rigid to the point I don't want to do it anymore. Graeme seems to think this is another thing that will change for me, as, the more variety I can get back into my exercise routine the more I will want to do it again.
And, we have a marathon in mind for the beginning of December, by way of a motivational tool. It is quite typical for me in that I want to do something with a bit of a difficult twist. Again, it is the heat factor which is the "twist" concerned, with the temperature (at the hottest part of the day) being 31 degrees. The race is ran at 5am though and has a 6 hour cut off, so we won't be in very hot weather for very long. The race is the Intertrust Cayman Marathon, and we would probably go out there for about 10 days. We found a really good deal with free interconnecting flights and free breakfast, and as we managed to get a bit of a windfall due to winning one of our insurance claims, we could afford to go. So all we need now is for Graeme to have a good recovery from his cracked sternum and the cortisone injection to work for me. Until injuries look to improve, however, there will be no race entering! Graeme joked that if we weren't fit enough to compete we should still go and wave to all the marathon runners from our pool at the hotel. God loves a trier eh? :-)
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