For the last few weeks I’ve been in a space where I’d rather sleep than run, where my goals have become a bit hazy, and where every picture and mirror reflection of myself makes me cringe, delete or turn away.
And every week I bore myself with the same declarations: “I really need to start running regularly”, “I need to get on track with my eating”, “I need to drink more water because my skin looks horrendous”, and “I really need to make some calls to push for some more work”. If I was listening to myself, I would probably say “Then just do all those things! Stop bleating about it. You’re irritating the crap out of me.”
And that’s pretty much what I did. I listened to myself. It was either that or deafen myself with my unfulfilled intentions. So now, I have an eating plan, and after about five weeks of an average of one difficult run a week, I ran a 21km race yesterday. I realised that the only way out this rut is through, and diving into a race unfit was the best way to get my confidence up, and to hopefully find my stride.
I used to be so good at setting a goal, or deciding I wanted to try achieve something, and just doing it. I’m not sure when I lost that ability, but I’m hoping to be reunited with that part of me soon. It’s either that, or more whining, and come to think of it, wining too.
Aside from my broken-record rantings, I’ve had a cool time of inspiring events and fun and pampering blogger do’s. Last week I attended an amazing education week called Sasol Techno X, which is a week-long and hands-on maths, science and tech expo. I broke a nail at a fun tenpin bowling on Saturday, and enjoyed lunch, bubbly and treats at a bloggers’ social.
And if there’s anything to fuel me for spring, it’s these new running shoes. Mine are getting worn, so it was time. I know I’ve said it before, but I’m hoping to be on a new footing soon.
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