I am struggling to find the motivation to run at the moment, or make any real effort to improve my fitness (and health).
This is a diary blog post and a kick up the backside to myself, more than anything else. I need a platform to write down what I need to do and somewhere I can update as and when.
I wrote a blog post two months ago about how unfit I have been over the past decade or so and that I was finally doing something about it. At the time of writing the blog post I thought I may had broken my toe, fortunately I hadn’t, but I still hadn’t run since the beginning of July until this morning.
I just cannot find the motivation and am desperately trying to find it.
I have paid for a 10k in three weeks time and a 12 mile Tough Mudder next May. That is right, I am not sure what went through my head at the time of booking the Tough Mudder. But I did.
The Tough Mudder is what I am focusing on to get back to the track and join a gym, but it is hard. I would not be able to run 12 miles, I definitely would not be able to complete the obstacles in a Tough Mudder. But May is seven months away. In my mind I have ages and rational thought is being ignored.
I nearly didn’t run this morning, I was laying in bed and made the decision to run ‘tomorrow’ instead. I did, and I am glad I did, but I didn’t realise just how badly four months without running has taken its toll on my body. I ran little over 5k but my body feels like I have run back-to-back marathons, climbed Mt Everest and swan the English Channel.
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I hurt and now realise seven months may not be enough time to prepare for the Tough Mudder unless I really get my act together. I probably need to clean up my diet a little too, I mainly let myself down at the weekends with too many takeaways but only minor adjustments are needed.
It is the alcohol intake that is the bigger issue. I see different groups of friends throughout the week and most of the time this involves going to the pub, or if the pub isn’t involved, a few bottles of beer wherever else we may be. The weekends are no better, especially during the football (soccer) season. They are probably a lot worse, if anything.
So. My checklist of what I need to do in the coming months is actually a little frightening:-
- Run at least three times a week and fight off the excuses I make to myself. I have friends who run too, making this a little easier at times.
- Join a gym. The joining part is easy, I need to actually make sure I use it. Fortunately there is a gym on my journey home from work. This wins half the battle of actually physically getting there.
- Making minor amendments to my diet, I should cut back on the takeaways at the weekend and I will try. Of the four bullet points, this one is probably where I can be less disciplined.
- Significantly cutting back my alcohol intake. This will be the most difficult by a long way, I am going to have to make changes to habits and what I enjoy when seeing my friends. It have to be a combination of not going out as much and drinking soft drinks on some occasions when I do go out. I think cutting out alcohol completely is, at least at the moment, an unrealistic target to set myself.
Wish me luck, I cannot see it being an easy ride and not something I will come back next week with stories of complete success.
Updated 9/11/2017 – I was disappointed with myself last weekend. On Saturday I told myself I was going to run on the Sunday. I didn’t. I did however run nearly 9k on Wednesday after work which has given me the confidence that I’ll be okay running my 10k later in the month.
I still haven’t joined the gym, I really need to. I have made a conscious effort to drink less, it has somewhat helped although I haven’t succeeded in going up the pub with my friends and not drinking any alcohol at all. Baby steps.