Merde. What time did I set my alarm for? I’d better check. Shit did I send that email? No point in worrying. Let’s drift off while thinking about running in the snow. And then slipping and falling and oh god what if I slip and then I’m in plaster cast and it’s 2 weeks till the marathon and I won’t be able to swim after this for ages and I can’t ride a bike and I haven’t been doing enough cycling so I’ll never be ready for Etape and…. Wait. What time did I set my alarm for?
Exhausted? Me too.
I’ve no idea if there’s actual science to back this up, but I’d wager that my thought process can move faster than the ISS. This means that a stressful job and a delayed training plan and even something as basic as setting my bloody alarm clock can create a train of thought so confusing that it makes IKEA instructions look easy.
Sometimes I think so much and so hard that I forget things like my age. Where I put my car keys. If I even drove to work or if I got the bus instead. For example: One time I was 15 minutes into the bus journey home when a familiar jingle in my pocket alerted me to the fact that I was about to leave my car in town.
I’m skilled at forgetting what I need from shops. I’ll be stood in sainsburys trying to remember the one thing I needed for 15 minutes before returning home with 85 things I definitely didn’t need. And not the thing I needed in the first place.
It’s all a bit much sometimes and telling me to “chill” is like trying to extinguish an out of control bush-fire with a shot glass of water.
Chill? CHILL? BUT WHAT ABOUT THE 15BILLION THOUGHTS I NEED TO THINK AND SCENARIOS I NEED TO IMAGINE AND ARGUMENTS I NEED TO RE-VISIT AND WIN IN MY HEAD???
The only time I actually switch off (in a sense) is when I have my trainers on. My training session is planned into Training Peaks. I don’t think, I just do. And it’s magic. Working through sets of weights, or a LISS session with a podcast chatting in my ears is my sanctuary. Runs require a little concentration on HR but that’s manageable. I can put my over-Active brain on standby for an hour or two and just put one foot in front of the other. Hard work is my friend. I can work hard!!
It is very easy, when life is stressful and throwing you a metric fuck-tonne of lemons, to forget about fun.
But fun is EVERYTHING. What is the point in doing anything if you don’t grow or learn or if it doesn’t make you SMILE? It’s important to remember that although things can seem dark and twisty, there is always fun to be had. Even if it means ruining your shiny new trainers by splashing through puddle after muddy puddle JUST BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU LAUGH.
Before my Twitter hiatus began, I realised I was becoming A Bore. Tweeting mostly about training. Like anyone should give a fuck. Does it matter that I couldn’t get a bike in the gym and *had* to use a X trainer?
No. No it does not.
So I’m reminding myself about fun. All my training sessions are focused and controlled, but (and here’s the important part) I enjoy every single tough, rewarding, heavy, high-HR, Low-HR second.
Yes. It can be frustrating. But I’m DONE with being injured. I’m DONE with colds and coughs and feeling sorry for myself. I’m ready to inspire myself once more.
And that’s something we should always aim to achieve.
In a world where life can change forever in a split second, we should always enjoy and love whatever we can.