So last week, I declared that I was back in the training game and that I was excited about it.
It started so well. Monday morning, bright and early, pounding the pavement. Two miles warm up, two miles tempo at about 8.30 average, two miles cool down. All good, all smiles, all BACK IN THE GAME! Later that night, I hosted a study group at my home for the preschool maths presentation we’re doing together. I made pizza and people brought desserts. The Dude and I were the only people to try the cake – the cake of doom.
The cake of doom came to haunt us. We were both sick all of Tuesday. Oh so sick. On Wednesday, my bionic son bounced back but I lurched round the house feeling like my core had been hit by a sledgehammer. On Thursday, I felt much better and started to consider a gentle slow run the next day. But the next day brought renewed ‘delights’.
So all I managed for the rest of the week was eating a lot of very simple, unhealthy carbohydrates as that was all I could handle and a couple of miles very slow geo-caching cycling in Golden Gate Park on Sunday. The highlight was seeing the bison up close at last!
This basically means that I’ve had three weeks of resting. I know I haven’t lost ALL my fitness but I’ve definitely lost a fair amount of it and I have a lot to do to get it back. That starts today. The good news is that I’ve also lost 4 lbs and am back at Happy Weight. Silver linings, eh?
Interestingly, the less exercise I do, the less I want to do. During my week off after Kaiser, I eyed passing runners with a little envy and was looking forward to running again. But with each passing day of laziness, I find myself feeling less and less inclined to get off the sofa and go for a run. My Instagram feed, which is full of runners, made me sigh and give up a little inside – everyone seems SO fit and high achieving. The Husband even had to ‘encourage’ me out the house to cycle yesterday – usually, I’m the ‘encourager’. I was kind of horrified to find myself secretly just wanting to sit on the sofa and use the iPad all afternoon, and maybe have a doze.
It was a good reminder of the mental obstacles that new runners face when they start exercising – just the sheer willpower involved in getting up and putting your running shoes on. With most things, once you get going, once you get into a routine it becomes easier. Once you remember how endorphins feel and how good you feel after a run, you’re more keen to go for a run again. But when you’ve totally forgotten or you never knew, how hard must it be to be brave enough to start out? I am always full of respect for those people I see out running when you know it’s their first week or two of running but that respect has increased even more this week.
So this week is a fresh start. I’m overhauling my diet (which slipped into buttermilk waffles from the freezer and red-velvet oreo territory this week) and getting myself back in my Hokas and back on the road. The couch IS calling but sometimes a girl needs to run from the couch and run from the belly.
I want to be a runner again. So I’m going to run.