MY return to running has become a bit of a joke. I manage a good week of training but then there’s a setback. So far, this has included gastroenteritis, an injured Shetland pony and thee-hour traffic jams, several nights on the trot.
I abandon training to deal with the latest dilemma and then find myself starting at the beginning again. Back to week one.
It’s happened so much that friends have started asking if I’m still on week one. People at work are now asking. It’ll not be long before random strangers are asking the same thing.
My response is always the same, a laugh and a nod. ‘Yes. I’m making a start,’ I keep saying, but I’ve been saying that since May. Despite all my good intentions, life-events have got the better of me and I’ve not made any progress.
This week, I decided that no matter what the setback I would find a way to complete my training. To make things easier, I sat down with Chris on Sunday night and planned when and where I would train, and when he would train too, because he’s not done much either.
Chris agreed to do the horses on Monday night so I could come home, run and then have the evening working on my master’s degree. On Tuesday we would do a hill session together. Wednesday I’d have to run before work and Thursday would be a club run. We booked a spin class for Friday and arranged to do a long run on Saturday incorporating a Parkrun. Sunday would be a day off running, instead horse riding, walking the dogs and writing.
With a plan, everything seemed much more manageable. It’s Saturday, and, so far, I’ve managed to fit all my training in and complete a lot of writing too.
My mood has also improved. I feel better physically and mentally. I have more energy and focus. I only had 20 minutes free last night but managed to sit down and write, producing almost 400 words. I feel positive and in-control.
I’ve also set myself a goal to have 12-weeks of solid training, and then I will race a 5km to see how much my fitness has improved. I’m looking forward to seeing some progression.
I was feeling a bit down about the fitness I’ve lost, but actually it’s the training I’ve missed. The end result of a PB or finishing a race is nice, but it’s the training sessions that really make me feel better.
Rather than keep saying I’ve got too much on and it’s difficult to manage everything, and complaining about the hundreds of miles I waste on the commute, I’m going to turn things into a positive and I’m going to plan. I’m going to manage the many things going on in my life and make it work.
At the very least, I’m hoping a bit of planning and a positive mindset will get me over the week one hurdle. I’ll aim for that, and if I achieve it, anything is possible.