My winter fantasy is to find a well-paying job that I could perform whilst staying in my pjs all day, huddled under a blanket on the couch. If such a position existed, I'd have my resume submitted before you could say "hot chocolate". Ah, back to reality...
Quite apart from the chilly weather, over recent weeks it's been a bit of a struggle for me to maintain focus on training. My injuries restrict what I can do, I've been quite time-poor, and it's cold and DARK outside when I'm not at work. All of those things make it more difficult to fit some exercise into my day, but they don't make it impossible ...so what's the story? Hmm.
I've been stomping around in a bad mood for weeks, cross at myself for not making more of an effort to live up to my own standards. I knew what I needed to do, but just couldn't seem to put that knowledge into action. Bah! Then a few days ago, I came across this guest post by Shauna and BAM! Lightbulb moment. (Yes, I know lightbulbs don't actually go "bam!" Or if they DO, that's probably not a good thing...)
I loved Shauna's list of reasons why she needs her "exercise oxygen" - I wholeheartedly relate to them all, but especially to these three:
… it takes me out of my head and back into my body
… I’m miles more productive afterwards
… the stronger I feel, the more wholeheartedly and generously I give to others
Sometimes you just need someone to point out the bleeding obvious to get you moving in the right direction once more.
On Monday, I got "out of my head" by just going for a nice long walk, camera in hand. Sure, it wasn't exactly strenuous cardio, but I was: a) moving; and b) not sitting around feeling miserable. Turns out, that was exactly what I needed. Yesterday I missed my morning cardio opportunity, but I chose not to let that be an obstacle and I did the promised spin session when I got home from work.
This morning, I hauled my complaining butt out of my warm bed at 5:45 and headed to the gym for a short but effective cardio session (20 minutes of incline walking with a 5-minute burst of sprint intervals tacked onto the end), followed by some foam roller work and stretching. In spite of feeling a minor attack of the can't be arseds coming on last night, I made myself set out gym bag, keys and phone on the hall table and pile my workout clothes in the bathroom before I went to bed, so getting organised this morning was about a three-minute job. An early night helped too. Duh!
My plan for the rest of the week is to just do something each day. Tomorrow will probably be some kind of weird modified weights session plus the dreaded yoga, Friday a rest day, Saturday more cardio and some Pilates, Sunday RPM. I'm kind of winging it, which I'm strangely OK with. Normally I'm such a freak about planning my training. At this point though, the focus is on retraining my mind, so I'm not setting any great expectations in the exercise department - as long as something gets done, I'll be content.
Thanks, lovely Shauna - your blood's worth bottling! I owe you a coffee next time you're in town.