Sometimes life likes to remind me that I am no longer in my twenties; that I am no longer as young as I try to kid myself I am. Normally, I am dealt with this reminder when I look at myself in the mirror (albeit very briefly) first thing and see my mother looking back. I love my mum dearly but I am not sure I want her hiding in my mirror. However, recently it’s not only the mirror reminding me that I am getting old, it’s my joints.
After finishing the Moonwalk marathon and the States Island Walk I had assumed that I would be able to get back to the task of running. I have a love/hate relationship with running. Mostly I hate it but every now and again I feel like I am flying, and for a week or so I feel invincible and I am loving it again. It is also brilliant for escaping the rather frantic beat of parenting two feisty girls. It’s my time for contemplating and planning. Therefore, I was excited to get started again. So excited that plans had been mooted with a fellow school mum to run a marathon in three months’ time. I know, madness! However, due to training for the Moonwalk marathon and the States Island Walk I haven’t actually been running for a long time. At least three months to be precise. Unless you count the odd jog.
I’ve been so focussed on walking and getting the miles in that the running has taken a back seat. There was also the problem with Gary growth and the Achilles issue which required trips to the docs after it became apparent that Dr Google was recommending amputation. Love Dr Google for putting the fear of god into me. However, seeing a doctor is pricey and unlike Doctor Google they are vague and just prescribe rest and not running. This helped with the Achilles and I was able to take part in the Moonwalk. The only sign that all was still not right was that it ballooned in size after the Moonwalk. It could have been worse though and by the time I had the States Island Walk I was fully recovered or so I thought.
I have had to shelve marathon running full-stop because I am struggling to run full-stop. My left foot is niggling again. It’s fine but when I run on it I can feel that something is still not right there but it could be worse. At least I can run for short distances. On the other foot Gary Growth is back and he is growing at a rapid pace. I have been told that another minor operation will be required to rip that bad boy off but for now I need to let him grow. Delightful. Then I have my knees. They are creaking. Then there is the 8 black toenails, all hanging on for dear life but I suspect will give up the ghost soon. My feet are battered from the challenges. I feel old. It has occurred to me that perhaps I need to face facts, I am getting older and I need to listen to my body.
Therefore, I have scaled right back. With running, I am starting again. This is almost making me want to weep from frustration but I feel that I need to build the miles up again slowly. So for now I am running as if I am training for a 5km race and then I will build up to a 10km, half-marathon and hopefully marathon. I will continue to use Be Better Training and cross-train on alternate days and I will be looking to do a yoga class once a week. This all takes time though and we have to commit to making that time. In the summer especially, I like to get my exercising done first thing as I find that helps.
Food, Glorious Food
Another thing I am struggling with is food. Oldest has recently announced that she no longer likes meat, it has been a long time coming if I am honest. If it means I am going to stop wasting meat then I will support her with it. As someone who is not keen on meat either I am happy to join her. So when Mr C and Youngest are having their meat we are having our vegetarian alternative. The only problem is ensuring that we are both getting enough protein.
So that’s where we are. New way of eating and new way of exercising. It feels like we are getting back to basics and for now I am happy to embrace that. However, I will need a new challenge very soon….Any suggestions for what my next challenge should be?