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The first day back is always the hardest.

I've been telling myself this for the longest time, but everytime I face the first day back, I'm always telling myself not to believe it. Am I making any sense? I guess it's coz I try hard to think that my body will do what it's told. But I'm constantly proving myself wrong.

Been sitting on my jack for two weeks since the half marathon came and went. My left knee was threatening to give way, so much so that a walk through Ikea one weekend turned into a bad limp. So on some professional advice, given of course by the warriors themselves, I decided to give my body an absolutely thorough rest. No exercise whatsoever for two weeks. My rest turned into fat fest, with my man-appetite taking on a life of its own and the devilish side of my conscience convincing me it was alright to (keep) indulge(ing). I gave myself excuses not to break back into training of any sort. But I found myself getting more and more lame. Who on earth forgets a cossie when she intends to go do laps? What is all this sit-ups on the mat only stuff? Lame. Lame. Truth be told, I was getting increasingly angrier at myself as each day went by. And by this week, frustration had turned into just generally feeling down and out. Stoooooppid. That was my middle name.

So my resolve to sort it out today got to me. I hit the tarmac even though the sun was already blazing outside (arg, tanlines) and gave my body specific instructions to do a short run and not complain. But obviously it refused to comply. Raar. Once I hit the hills, my chest was heaving and my body was folding its arms and going, 'Nope. Don't wanna. Nope. Uh uh.' Ran a half marathon? Are you friggin' sure? No way did I do that. I can't even make it up this hill, I thought. I felt so incredibly disappointed with myself when I started walking and coughing. Wimp.

On my way (walk) back, I had a good one-on-one with myself. Full triathlon. Are you sure you're going to be able to do it? You can't leave training till the last minute anymore. You ain't gonna luck out this time. This is serious now. You wanna try and die, or you wanna command and conquer? The choice is mine. This whole thing is turning out to be a whole battle with my own mind. You could go crazy talking to yourself this much. It is such irony indeed that - with all this mad busy stuff going on my life - this it is what probably keeps me sane.

So I've made up my mind. Yes, I'm taking on the challenge... Again. But this time, it's for real. No more Mister Nice Guy. No more wussing up a tiny hill. No more nonsense about forgetting my cossie.

Let's whoop some ass.


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