Well, where to start? Do I start at the last race? Or was it before this? To be honest I have known things are not quite right for a little while. I suppose if it wasn’t this blog would be called ‘Operation Ironman’.
My negative mental thoughts have been coming to the fore. Some days I have not got out of bed till midday and some days I didn’t get up at all. This really sucks and doesn’t pose positive for a potential Ironman. We went away to see friends in Germany and came back feeling weary.
The children didn’t notice anything up, but I knew. I knew having to fight against my mind to get up in the morning. I knew that I didn’t want to train. I knew I didn’t feel right. This is the life of Bipolar – or is it? I’m not going to throw in the towel, I’m going to keep on pushing forward.
One of my favourite things is to take the dog for a walk, specifically through some woodland where she can dance between the trees. I always take a flask of tea and sit to contemplate life when a bench is spotted
In these moments I do most of my deep thought. I share them with a friend. But todays walk made me realise I am capable, I can beat this.
Bipolar Ironman 