Kimba wrote yesterday about how she gets her best results when she’s doing a Challenge. I realised after reading it that that’s how I operate too. Those six weeks leading up to my wedding was really fuelled by Wedding Dress Fear. I remember saying here it was about the Big Picture and health and fitness and blah blah blah, but now I realise it was the deadline and specific timeframe really gave me the kick up the arse I needed. I was on fire! Since I got back from the States I’ve been eating well but have been kind of vague and half-hearted. I can attribute a bit of that to jetlag and the return of a rotten cold, yet I think the lack of specific focus is what’s missing. I need a GOAL, baby!
So as of Sunday there’s 11 weeks til the 5k Race for Life. That’s a nice slab of time I think I can focus on without feeling overwhelmed. 11 weeks to get my lazy arse back to the gym, 11 weeks to eat well. Oh, and 11 weeks to learn how to run! Ha ha!
I got my Race for Life pack in the mail a few weeks ago and it was freaky! There was this piece of paper with a NUMBER on it that I am supposed to pin on my shirt then run this five kilometres. I know thousands of people can run 5k with their eyes closed, and you don’t even have to run this one! It’s for charity so you can just walk or jog or skid along on your arse if you want. But still, it made me nervous. But running in front of people? Taking it to the streets? My idea exercise scenario is a darkened basement, but I guess it’s time to get over that Jiggling In Public fear. Yikes. I’ll start hassling friends and family for sponsors soon – the more money I get pledged, the more I will be guilt-tripped into moving my butt.
So aside from that, I have to get my head around this whole being married palaver, or more to the point the cohabiting thing. I’m living at SC’s house now, or should I say ours. It’s a bit of an adjustment from living in my relatively inner city hood with fancy gym and abundance of food shops round the corner, including a health food grocer. But now the nearest supermarket is about half an hour’s walk away, the return leg with grocery bags being uphill. There’s a few smaller places about 15-20 mins walk but the selection on offer is pretty shithouse. Since we’re car-less this can be a royal pain in the arse. There’s no such thing as dashing in for a few ingredients for dinner. The advantage to THAT is it’s much more difficult to go on a Spontaneous Chocolate Expedition. But mostly it seems like we never have enough of teh right food,or time or energy to go get some.
After bitching and moaning about This Piece of Shit Town all week, I’ve come up with a sensible solution – internet shopping. No lugging food up hills or getting takeaway coz we’re too lazy to face the hills. There’s even an organic fruit and veg box company that delivers in our area so I will check that out too. I used to get net groceries back in Oz and liked it a lot – we planned our meals and order exactly what we needed. It ends up being a lot easier to stick to your healthy eating.
As for exercise, I’ve now officially finished mourning the Posh Gym. I’ve just got back from signing up at the local council leisure centre about 15 mins walk from my new digs. It has a decent amount of classes, no Body Jam though. No soft couches or bar or cooked breakfasts. Wah! And it’s only bloody 5 quid a month cheaper than the Posh Gym! Och well. I am going to suck it up and move on. I always pride myself on my adaptability so I guess it’s time to focus on the actual exercise than the poncy facilities!
Right now it’s 6pm and I can still see the sun. Looks like spring is finally coming to Scotland. This winter was so utterly long and shite, it’s nice to feel the will to live returning, huzzah!