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The quest of a 45 year old recreational runner who likes nothing better than a lazy night with a beer or glass of wine to become an Ironman

Oh what a difference a month makes

macukby macukJan 3rd 2014
In November I was on an athletic high. I'd taken part in quite a few events through the year and had been training consistently which makes a change for me. My running was improving with personal bests nearly every time I headed out. My cycling had gone from clinging to the handlebars in a panic to actually enjoying the rides which meant the distances were creeping up and although my swimming was still poor I could see and feel the differences from when I had started in September. I had actually lost a good amount of weight since September and that was giving me the encouragement to keep pushing myself harder.....And then December came around.
I started the month with a bout of man-flu which as every red blooded male knows is only just bested by diphtheria or rickets in its debilitating nature. After a week of coughing spluttering and general weariness I had no incentive to train and then a course in work meant that I had no time for another week. By now it was mid December and the Christmas festivites had started. I'm not a party animal but once you've had a few late nights with booze and lots of rubbish food the thought of training is the last thing on your mind. I felt guilty over Christmas, munching down on food I didn't really want and worrying about the onset of the new year and all the events I had entered.
My first venture out for a run came last weekend and it was with a new running club I had been wanting to join for ages. I think the guilt of inactivity actually made me take the plunge and go along to the club and I must admit I replied "yes" through gritted teeth when asked if I was up for a ten mile run on my first venture out with them. I found it hard, with all my form gone from November which meant I just shuffled away, mile counting and hoping for the pain to stop. I survived but was very disappointed in my performance, this disappointment turned to exasperation when I got home and jumped on the scales. I had put on over half a stone during my month of inactivity and over indulgence and I only had myself to blame.
The good thing about a new year is the fresh start it gives you. I was determined to regain my earlier form and even though the weather was appalling on New Years day I headed out in all my new Christmas running gear and completed 7 miles. I know I've got a lot of hard work in front of me, especially with the London marathon only 14 weeks away. I have run over the past three days, once with the new club and twice on my own in the pouring rain. Even though it's hard to get back into training I hope to see some improvements over the next week or two. So it's back to the healthy eating, all biscuits, cake and stodgy Christmas food binned and the un-drunk booze hidden away in the kitchen (no way am I binning that, guilt can only make you do certain things).
So please if you've had a month like mine post a comment or two, just so I know I'm not the only weak person on this site and that I am only human.
Oh what a difference a month makes
 
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