Now that I am ‘back’ up and running (comedian is most definitely not on the list of career change options) I’m cracking on with my training plan. I have my eye’s fully set on 2 specific races next year and I intend to do better than I have before.
It’s just a shame I can’t keep those eye’s open.
A change to any routine is going to make you tired. Fitting in an actual plan – as in a proper, scheduled, do this not just what you fancy plan – along with being a mother, a wife, holding down a full time job and studying for new qualifications will, very unsurprisingly, leave you a little bit tired.
I walked out to my car the other night in the pouring rain with nothing on my feet wearing my pyjamas. And I don’t wear nice, fancy, grown up pyjamas. Oh no. I wear an oversized Super Mario T-shirt that’s about 6 years old and tartan trousers that are also about 4 sizes too big and covered in god only knows what but I am not that keen to find out! My only saving grace was that it wasn’t a white t-shirt that would end up see through when wet. Ain’t nobody want to see that!
And just a few days later I had an appointment at the vets. Well not me but one of the dogs. Although no doubt there are some people who would think I could do with one and there have been some moments when I’ve been slightly hangry that may or may not justify their thoughts. Anywhoo…… I had a turbo session scheduled so I planned to drop the youngest at breakfast club then jump straight on which would give me time for a shower before wrestling the dogs apart and getting just one in to the car for her visit.
By the time I got to breakfast club it was twenty to nine. That’s not the worst part though. Oliver (said youngest) asked me the name of the man at the club and when I said I didn’t know he gave an Oscar winning performance of a neglected child who’s mother was happy to drop off to a stranger. If ever there WAS an award I was going to win it’s definitely Worst Mother. So obviously I asked the man his name when I got there. Late. He looked at me as if to say ‘really? you’re asking me my name?’ then politely said Brian. As soon as he did it clicked. Brian. As in a friend from tri club’s husband Brian. Whom I should know. Now I’m up for Worst Mother and Worst Person. Pretty sure the husband will throw in Worst Wife to help round it up.
Anyway on with the pity party. Being late to breakfast club meant being late to get on the bike. This left me with 15 minutes to shower, dry and get the dog in the car. Obviously I accepted that challenge. Shower breaks at work are 15 minutes, I can do this. Deciding to shave my legs within that time however was not one of my best decisions. It did cross my mind as I was hacking away at my tree trunks that the vet probably didn’t give a damn whether or not I had hairy legs under my oh so attractive black leggings and should have spent the time drying my hair to prevent the drowned rat look. (Do vets ‘vet’ rats?).
That’s a pretty accurate reflection of how life is going. On the plus side though I have discovered the benefits of the little things that help. For example, I am doing loads on the bike at the moment. At least more than I am used to. To aid these hours on the turbo I have become a swift hand at moving my bike in front of the big telly in the living room (when no one else is in obviously). I’ve also discovered the benefits of chamois cream, and whilst my under carriage may look like a setting from a Christmas movie set in the middle of a snow storm, it’s making the time less painful.
The swimming and the running are still very much a work in progress. Going from relatively speedy short distances, to long and slow ultra’s then trying to get speed back isn’t the easiest of things. It’s really frustrating. 6am runs are not the best time of day to try and improve this but it’s the time available to me. However running round the local park singing along to Christmas tunes was definitely a good session. As for the swimming – well, I’m never going to be a fish or a mermaid. But if I could move up from jellyfish and swim in a straight line then I will take that as success.
I’m getting there though. It may be in a clumsy, fall over, don’t know my arse from my elbow kind of way but I am. I actually climbed in to bed the other day fully clothed WITH trainers on to get a 12 minute nap. It was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. I can also say yes to a cinnamon swirl any damn time I want to. I may not often have the time to go and buy one but I’m safe in the knowledge that on the rare occasion I do – I can eat one and not care!
As tired as I am I do enjoy it though and I miss activity when it is taken away from me. Don’t get me wrong, the thought of being able to just ‘sit and chill’ sounds utterly amazing, but I know I would be bored within minutes. And if I didn’t do this I would be expected to cook. And that’s just something of nightmares in my eyes ha ha.