So the last 6 months have taken their toll, both mentally and physically. I talked about my difficulties coping with Lockdown. The truth be told I’ve started to undo the hard work that I have been putting in for months. I’ve managed to put 3 stone in weight back on and injured myself.
A few weeks back I had to climb in the loft and as I stretched upwards I felt a pull in my hip. When I got down I was in a lot of pain. I spoke with the specialist at the hospital who reassured me it was just muscular, but I had to rest for a while. This wasn’t very palatable to me, but had to be done. It was suggested to see an osteopath who confirmed various soft tissue issues and instructed me to rest for 2 more weeks!
Well where does that leave me today. I’m sat honestly park of me thinks to jack it in. Then the other part of me thinks ‘the hard work starts here’. If you really want something then you won’t be put off by blips or obstacles thrown in your way. You dig deep and push on.
So where does that leave me now? Well yesterday I did a 20 min run. It was tough. I felt like I’d been shot out of a cannon once I’d finished. But I looked at that as ‘wow’ I have some work to do here. In 6 weeks I’m taking part in a race that I’ve only told a couple of people about as I don’t want to get too excited. But if it happens will set me on a trajectory. Also in 16 weeks I’ll be on the start line for the Outlaw X half iron distance race.
Guess it’s time to get serious…..
Bipolar Ironman 