Well this is the thing, I’ve started something, so I might as well go on as I meant when I started.
I trained properly for the first time since Christmas yesterday, naturally paying close attention to my diet (Christmas cake for breakfast AGAIN), and to training hard.
Actually the goal of the first training session of the year is simply to do it. To do something, anything, just to break free of the couch’s fatally stagnating embrace and DO something.
So I got off the couch, squeezed myself into my now bulging running kit and went to the gym. I cycled, I ran a hilly programme, I stretched.
Then I sat in a sauna too jammed with strangers, all squeezed together on wooden benches clenching for our lives, lest sweaty buttock might brush sweaty stranger buttock. Harrowing. But the point is that there was no expectation of glory, just the requirement to point myself in the right direction and take a step, so that tomorrow it isn’t the first session any more, tomorrow I’m “in training”. It wasn’t glamorous or spectacular, but it was a start.
The glory of it is that I did something and that I’m going to do something at least twice more this week. And that’s got to be worth something.
Next time: I’ll be wrestling with the advantages of breaking with the old and carrying on with the new, offering some tips on maintaining your motivation, and of course I’ll let you know if we’re still eating Christmas cake for breakfast (fingers crossed we’re not).
See you next week, happy running!