In Which The Author Is Honest

Thurs – 40min strength – leg press/arms/quads etc, plus ab wheel and planks, 10k with 5k fartlek.
Fri – 5k elliptical, 10k bike, 3k elliptical, stregth
Sat – Rest
Sun – 2.5k swim: 500m warm up, 1.5k continuous (practice for next month!), 8×1 25m sprints, 200m drills, 100m cool down
Mon – 10min skipping, birpies, high knees, bum flicks etc, 7mile run (outside)

I was asked today, what, if i’m being brutally honest, training is about for me. I’ve posted on this a million times, but that’s primarily becuase I find it an increasingly interesting topic. Looking around any gym, in any county, at work places, in universities, at 6am, at 10pm, there are people blasting themselves, others gently pushing themselves – why is that?

Sometimes I feel I have a lot to prove. To others, to myself – to my best friends, and to that random kid cycling up the hill (the adolescent one who clocked me yesterday, promptly barged out accross the road in front of me, whizzed off and did a wheelie on the pavement – ye, I kicked his ass 😉 ). I have a tendency to live in quiet acceptance. I’m not the most aggressive, not the most assertive of people. Now, i’d like to think I know how to stand up for myself, but this hasn’t always been the case. I think there are people in the past that I can feel myself chasing after. I’d like to show them what i’m made of. Training has opened my eyes to what i’m capable of, to quite how much ambition there is in my heart, which fuels my little legs to charge on and on.

Kicking ass is probably not something that is seen as ‘positive’, but sometimes I wonder if it is a desire that is overly opressed. In our society, we do out work, we make the tea, we clear away the table and do everything that is expected of us, with a polite smile. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about national identity, what makes British people British. I think it’s unescapable to be British, if you are brough up in the polite, sometimes stifling land of tea and crumpets. It isn’t really natural, though – it has become natural; we have become naturalised. Everybody needs an outlet for the animal, untamed spirit that pounces at the chance of competition, snarls in the face of confrontation. I’ve found mine.

I am an NCTJ qualified journalist and copywriter with a year’s worth of experience as a local hack, and just under two years’ of experience working in the marketing department for a highstreet retailer. I currently work at Cycling Weekly, previous to this I was the editor at Total Women's Cycling. I do a little freelance writing alongside my job, and have written for Runner’s World, Triathlete’s World, Sussex Sport, Basingstoke Gazette newspaper, the Brighton Argus, Steve Hart Photography and 2LK Design. I blog to record the activities in my life which I don’t want to forget when I’m old and wrinkly (let’s hope the internet never melts down – but it seems safer than a notebook) – to let old friends and family know what I’m up to, and because I enjoy playing with words. I’m always looking for new projects – and you can email me should you ever need someone with an energetic passion for word doodling. Email: michelle.arthurs@gmail.com Twitter: @RideWriteRepeat Instagram: @RideWriteRepeat

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