Week 1 - Half-Marathon Training, I failed.

I normally squeeze in some form of exercise. This week nothing. Nada. Now I write it down I feel quite embarrassed. Ashamed even, and so I should be. I’m not sure what happened or how I suddenly tumbled out of the healthy wagon, but man do I despise myself right now. I was doing so well and then literally I stopped. Almost overnight. The lard is creeping up. The jeans are getting tighter and still the motivation is lacking. This is not like me! What has happened?

I could blame it on a number of factors. So humour me and pretend with me that you think these are valid reasons.

I Haven’t Booked A Race!

I still haven’t booked an actual race. This means that the devil sits on my shoulder and whispers “But you haven’t booked a race. You don’t need to run when you can walk. Here, have another doughnut”. I know, I’m pathetic but unless I book a race soon I will keep listening to that devil and when it comes to persuading me to eat doughnuts, oh he is so persuasive.

Oh So Tired!

I am tired, oh so tired. I’m not sure what is going on here. I am sleeping so much better at the moment. I close my eyes and that’s it, I’m gone. This never used to happen and I am enjoying the sleep but I am waking up still feeling like I have had no sleep and I am reliably informed that I “look like sh*t”. I mean, that could be the nonchalant approach I take to wearing make-up. Most days I choose not to wear it. Mr C was so concerned by my pale and ghostly appearance that he demanded I abandon my mostly vegetarian virtues and he fed me steak. Even stranger was that for someone who doesn’t even really ever like meat, I loved it.

Mountains Of Work!

Then the third reason is that my work is going nuclear. Any freelancer will tell you that when you are offered work, you accept it! Even if you have 20 million other deadlines. There’s that saying “you make hay whilst the sun is shining” Yep, I am making a whole field of hay bales and I love it, wouldn’t have it any other way but it also means that I am working before the school run, when the children are at school, when the children are in bed, and repeat. So squeezing exercise in has been pushed aside for the deadlines that I had to meet yesterday.

House Trauma

Then there has been the house. The never ending saga of our beautiful house. People come round: they love it. We never hear from them again. The other side is that people come round, again and again. We make the house sparkle, vacate the house at random times of their choosing, and still nothing. The stress of it is starting to take its toll, but Mr C is MEGA stressed so I am trying to calm him down and be the positive voice of reason. Not easy when there seems to be no reason. So this week we have been going round in circles and backwards and forwards. Do we move into rented? Do we move back to the UK, now that I have a job I can take with me, or do we just stay put? Who knows, all I know is that I am terrified of making the wrong decision.

So yes it has been pretty full on but if anything that is more of a reason to exercise. Perhaps I have just been looking for excuses. It’s time I just got on with it. Next week will see me exercising and saying no to doughnuts.