It’s a God aweful road back to fitness-but it has to be done
I’ve always been reasonably fit, however my restless personality means boredom sets in very quickly if I focus on one particular activity for too long.
I have always craved change to feel alive, hence jumping from one activity to another, or having substantial breaks whilst I amuse my brain with something else for a while.
Despite this annoying tendency to lose focus on my training, it has become apparent that this behavioural pattern of on/off interest has become habitual. In other words, I always come back to it.
‘The coming back to it’ part usually occurs because my body begins to feel like a listless, irritable, unfit, weak, blob with no appetite, no energy and no strengh. Little aches and pains tend to creep their way into my wasting body as a result of increasing stiffness.
I just don’t feel as healthy when I am lazy with the training.
Aside from that, there is no better feeling than true fitness.
Eating well, sleeping well and training consistently WILL make you feel better than when you don’t do it.
The challenge, is enduring the painful hike back from blob to less of a blob!
It’s hard, but hard means you need to do it.
I have always had quite the love/hate relationship with the fitness grind. Pain represents improvement, improvement means I’m getting fitter, getting fitter, results in less aches and and pains, better flexibility, more strength, an improved posture, a better appetite for good food and more energy. Happy Days.
So if your body feels like it’s dying, that’s a good sign! You are actually getting somewhere! (Medical issues aside)
Today I went for a cycle. One of the first in quite a few months. I felt ok, but there were rocks tied to my wheels, I was certain of it.
How one can go from fit to unfit in a few months is astounding.
I glanced at the tyres to see if maybe they were flat…but they weren’t of course.
Perhaps my seat position was incorrect, that can make it harder?
-I don’t think so.
The excuses in my head kept rolling in but the problem, was simply the machine driving the wheels. It’s always the machine… my legs just didn’t have the kilometres in them and suddenly I was asking them to suck up the oxygen faster than my cells could supply it.
High intensity interval training to recruit a few more mitochondria.
The air temperature was hot and the humidity high, which made it quite challenging in itself, but I pushed outside of comfort in an attempt to regain what I had lost.
After a cycle in the heat I always collapse into the pool for immediate temerature relief and a float, no questions asked, still in my cycling gear. I just never have the energy to take it off-but in that, lies some serious problems.
Have you ever tried to take off a running bra top when it is wet?
I do it often, but it is becoming increasinly difficult as the years burn the calender.
In pulling the top over ones head, it always seems to roll onto itself and get stuck. This requires some serious shoulder flexibilty to undo, and some serious shoulder strenght to pull it over ones head. It’s almost routine for me that the top will get stuck between the time when it is all rolled up, with my shoulders in the air, and it positioned just over my head.
This creates quite the predicament as there are only two options here.
- Dislocate ones shoulders
- Call for help
I’m not a fan of either actually, especially the second option because there are alway boobs hanging out everywhere, arms stuck, shoulders in pain, semi suffocation, and a terrible air of “damsel in distress’ which results in a direful degradation of dignity.
My road to fitness has begun.