Well it’s been ages since I blogged. I guess you can tell just by that that the training has kinda been following the same route! I think it’s almost inevitable around November/December with the change in the weather. Unless you’re pretty hardcore anyway.
It’s been weeks since I trained properly… it pretty much fell apart around November, and since then I’ve only really dropped in a couple of cardio sessions and a few weights sessions. I’ve a stack of billiant excuses though, the first one being Christmas prep. You know how it is, there are a ton of excuses there with having to buy presents, put Christmas trees up, attend kids’ Christmas events at schools and other bits that just take up your usual training times. As soon as you start missing a session you find an excuse to miss another! So the Christmas excuse leads to an even better one… My youngest daughter got ill and was off school for a week, which led to me being ill and looking after her for another three weeks… Am I convincing anyone yet? No? Me either, though I was genuinely pretty rough for a good 3 weeks. My last excuse (and probably the best one) is a really bad case of lazyitits which hit around New Year and that has been a real struggle to get over 😉 Too many times I have had good intentions and then just ignored that alarm call on a Saturday morning!
So last night I was determined. Determined to keep repeating to myself the good old saying “Make excuses, or make progress” and that today WAS going to be the day I got back on track. Things were sliding, I’d gained a few pounds and I knew that every day my fitness was dropping off and I’d be back at square one if I wasn’t careful. That’s something I desperately don’t want, so I set that alarm (again), packed my bag in advance (if it’s not done the night before it’s way more difficult to get out of bed and go!) and decided to get an early night. Pretty sad on a Friday night, but hey, I was determined remember!
So I got in bed and within 2 minutes my youngest daughter woke up crying. Brilliant. Cue 30 minutes+ of comforting her and trying to work out what was wrong with her. All the while looking out of her window and seeing snow falling heavily and wondering whether my whole ‘effort’ was worth it. The early night hadn’t happened, and with the snowfall, what were the chances of staff being able to get in to the leisure centre the next morning?! Sounds like I was talking myself out of it again, doesn’t it?! Well yes. I was. So eventually I got back in bed a good 45 minutes later than intended and told myself it wasn’t worth getting up early and traipsing through snow (yes, I’m walking distance away) as there was no point if the leisure centre wasn’t even going to be open. Somehow, as I laid there though, I told myself that this excuse was just NOT good enough… I HAD to get back to it, and the ONLY excuse acceptable for not doing so was turning up at the leisure centre and finding it shut!
Well the alarm went off and the temptation to ignore was pretty strong, but somehow I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed. I trudged up the road in the snow, and as I did so made a mental note to acquire new socks as bits of snow flicked inside my boots and hit my feet. Then made another mental note to walk nearer the houses and not the road as a car went by flinging slush at the side of my leg. Remind me again why I was doing this?! Still I got to the leisure centre without falling over (result) and saw 2 guys had been clearing snow from the main doors. I bet THAT wasn’t in their job description! There was just one vehicle in the car park. Well assuming they’d managed to get a lifeguard in, I had a feeling my workout was going to be a quiet one!
(Told you it was quiet!)
So I went in, signed in for both the pool and the gym and booked weights classes for tomorrow and Friday. I’d already decided I had to book those as it’s far harder for me to drop out of classes once booked in, so there’s a start. I hit the pool first which was pretty quiet. In fact after the first 10 minutes or so I managed to get a lane to myself for the rest of the hour which was nice. It seemed SO hard this morning, which is unsurprising really, and my time reflected it. 9mins 43secs for 400m really annoyed me as I’d got that down to 8mins 21secs in the summer. I’ve only got myself to blame though, and I’ve got to sort that out for a start. I’d only really planned to do 60 lengths this morning but decided I may as well go the full hour, as I needed the practice! I finished up at 80 lengths (2k) so at least if nothing else I’d put in a fair effort. Spinning was equally as hard, and even though I managed the 10k I wanted it was a real struggle to keep going. Treadmil I knew was going to be the toughest challenge, and almost as soon as I had started I knew I was right. I decided that there was no point attempting to run like I’d not had a break for weeks, so thought the most sensible thing was to revert back to interval training. While not exactly ideal I still covered 2k which wasn’t a bad effort. All in all a fair training session considering everything, and I’m in tomorrow for that weights session, so here’s hoping this is the end of the excuses for a while!!
Oh and in other news, I did at least make an effort with a 100m Boxing Day lake swim. With a water temperature of 4.9 degrees I’d go so far as to say that was utter stupidity, particularly as it was while I was still ill, but… as they say… no pain, no gain. That is pretty much a lie though, I have never felt pain like it in my life, and though I did gain a medal for doing it, I’m not sure that’s enough of a gain for me to be that foolish again 😀
(Boxing Day swim stupidity!)