So my last few weeks have been extremely busy, and usually that’d be enough of an excuse to sack off the training and revert to my old ways.
Fortunately I haven’t done that. Since my last post I have cracked running 10 miles (Although my daily run is 5), I’ve had my first sea swim and tested my new wetsuit, and I have also tested out my cycling kit by having a few rides out in preparation for my bike finally arriving from Ribble.
The highlight of these past few weeks has to be my first sea swim.
I took the kids down to Bovisand and went out for my swim in the bay. No sooner was I in the water, my two eldest were in there with me. No wetsuits to keep them warm, just youthful exuberance. And the water was COLD !
It was great fun splashing around and brilliant to see the kids so happy to be in the water as well.
It really shows that enthusiasm and a sense of excitement can make even the hardest task fun, and that is something I want to carry through to the rest of this adventure.
I have to say how impressed I am with the wetsuit as well. It makes you so buoyant and swimming in it was a dream. I can’t wait to get a few more swims under my belt.
Something that has changed this month has been my own attitude towards………myself.
I was lucky that my birthday coincided with my new hobby, meaning I could basically buy all the equipment I needed right from the outset.
That said, initially I still did all my training in my old sports kit and barely wore any of my new stuff.
I think it’s because at first I felt like a fraud. I had “all the gear but no idea” as the saying goes, and I genuinely felt embarrassed to be running in compression clothing, or riding wearing a cycling specific getup.
I guess I was kind of worried that people would see this fat, unfit oaf struggling to do whatever activity I was doing at the time and laugh at the level of kit I was sporting.
Well, I’m still a fat knacker but my view of myself has shifted subtly.
I’m now happy to don whatever attire is best suited to my training.
This last 3 weeks I’ve been wearing tights whilst running.
I know that’s a horrific mental image, and a few people who might be reading may be thinking “Well, it’s not the first time he’s worn tights” but these are compression tights.
And now I don’t care what anyone thinks (or is it what I thought of myself?)
I’m no Mo Farah, but now I can now run 10 miles and I’m training every day, I’m finally starting to feel like I can take myself seriously.
And that’s a nice place to be.
The final part of this puzzle that I really need to sort is my diet, but now I’ve taken control of the rest of my life I feel like that shouldn’t be to such a challenge.
Time to sacrifice the Ginsters