I’ve been a bit worried about myself lately. What, with training around working, and working around training, it was all becoming a tightrope walk of time management. Suddenly, when the commuting rigmarole came to it’s end, and I had all day to do as I wished – I wasn’t so sure I actually wanted to get on my bike, go for a run, or swim. Quite frankly, I was a little bit bored.
So, I said to myself: “myself”, I did say – “how can we rectify this?” – one cannot continue to get better if one cannot be arsed to get off ones arse.
I pottered my way down to the gym, did my normal workout anyway, and enjoyed it to a certain degree- but not to an absolute degree. The next day I did the same (actually – I worked really hard, learnt some new things in the form of one legged squats. And yes, my bum does still hurt.) That evening, in order to celebrate the wonder that is graduation, LB and I headed down to the sea – sushi, a little tipple on the beach, followed by Irish Coffee in Terraces. I had a wonderful evening, and woke up today with a smile on my face, becuase Sunday was to be my well timed, once a week rest day.
Having taken a day off, in which I ate my body weight in granola cereal and yogurt, swung on the swings in the local park, watched about 2/3rds of three films, gorped at the talent at the London Tri Championships, and soaked myself in the bath with a book, I am pleased to say I can’t wait to get training tomorrow. The mojo, it would seem, has returned.
Training, I suppose, had become a case of ‘what can I fit in where?’, so with the opportunity to fit it in anywhere, I guess I simply felt the urgency to snatch moments of self-exhausting torture was less inviting. With all this newly discovered time on my hands, I suppose I wanted to do something else with it, too.
A night out, and a day off, was exactly what I needed. Lovely. I’m now well and truly excited about getting my bum down to the pool tomorrow. Then after, will I run, bike, or gym? Regardless, i’ll spend my afternoon chilling on the beach with an iced coffee and a lovely friend of mine. Balance, my bloggy friend, is the key.