Monday – 8x1min intervals, 45min swim – mainly 200m and 50m sets (pretty much in keeping with last nights triathalon plans! Couldn’t resist a little pool running though! If I can find time when it’s still light tomorow, I may do some proper cycling…)
Tonight, I stayed in and watched ‘Life’ with Mutti and Vater (unsure why I become German when referring to parentals). The programme told the story of primates and their lives, day to day activities, feeding habits, survival techniques and the like. All this got me thinking (most things have a tendency to do that – overactive brain disorder) – animals are not designed to sit around in offices all day. Humans are animals, just like the rest. Why is it that we insist on this evolved confinement?
I read a blog by a guy this morning about ‘why we train’. I would link you to it, but the world of the internet is a murky pond to me sometimes, and I can never seem to return to a page once i’ve left it; evidently my search engine capabilities aren’t up to scratch. Anyway, to give you the jist, he supposed that the majority of athletes train under false reasons – claiming health, fitness, competition and ambition as reasons for training, in an attempt to hide their true irrational fears of failure, among others. A bold statement to make, but one that could hold some truth. I, however, have an alternative explanation: we train because society dictates that we spend our days cooped up in homes and offices, when the human body is designed to be active, to feel alive.
I often feel a little claustrophobic, a little lazy, a little hazy, until i’ve done SOMETHING in the day. Today I spent the hours between 10 and 4 working on an essay, whilst intermittently drifting between the kitchen and the horrible vortex that is facebook. On calling the Lovely Boyfriend, in search of some verbal contact, I have to admit I was pretty useless at conversation. Mainly, I wish to argue, because hours of staring at a computer screen and inactivity had turned my brain into slime.
There are a million reasons why we train. One of them might well be to remind out listless bodies that we are connected with the animal kingdom, and that we are alive.