So we all know how I feel about weight loss, which is pretty much BE WHO YOU ARE. But fitness, now fitness is another matter.
I don’t think I’ve ever been what you might call ‘fit’. I’ve had plenty of gym memberships through the years but can count on two hands the amount of times I actually went and worked out, unless you count swimming which I’ve always enjoyed (though I suppose it doesn’t count if you’re simply bobbing in the water with a toddler). At school I was in the hockey, netball and athletics teams as well as the dance club and I guess that was the last time I was truly in good shape. Living in London meant I walked a helluva lot but there is no substitute for proper exercise.
Recently I’ve found myself yearning to go running, to increase my lung capacity, to (ugh) sweat it out. I don’t know where this comes from though I’m guessing it’s partly to do with the prison of two babies: I need some sort of release. I’ve also been completely inspired by Emily and Heather, who last weekend completed a half marathon on behalf of Tommy’s Charity having only started training a couple of months ago. And my great friend Kaisa, fitness guru extraordinaire, runs circuit training only around the corner from me. There’s no excuse for me not to get out there and get running.
But I’m really struggling to motivate myself to put my trainers on. Sure, a brand new pair of Nike IDs would probably help (want!) but as I already own a pair of perfectly good (i.e. barely worn) trainers I would never get this past my husband. I know that a bit of exercise in the morning would really set me up for the rest of the day, especially with the limited amount of sleep I’m nenjoying (!) at the moment, but how do I push myself to put my kit on and actually leave the house?